Two days ago, I went to Saghmosavank and saw that a wedding was taking place there....

03:00:00 30.06.2025

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Two days ago, I went to Saghmosavank and saw that a wedding was taking place there. In the parking lot, I saw all kinds of expensive and new cars—Maybachs, BMWs, and Mercedes—lined up side by side, as if it were a car show. There was probably more money in that parking lot than in the entire village of Saghmosavan. But if I were to speak with the owners of those cars, most of them would likely be drowning in debt, and I’m sure they wouldn’t have at home the basic items every man is obligated to own—military clothing, high combat boots, rucksacks, and other important gear. Of course, this isn’t the first time I’ve witnessed this kind of nouveau riche vulgarity. Born and raised in the U.S., I saw it almost daily—and it always filled me with disgust. While all my friends and acquaintances in America were buying luxury BMWs and Mercedes (which they could barely afford to maintain), I always chose the cheapest and simplest Hondas—one of which was even used and crashed. When I moved to Armenia, I lived without a car for 7 years, and then bought a 25-year-old Honda. If I had wanted to, I could have bought a more expensive car both in the U.S. and in Armenia—if I valued superficial material things over more important goals, like moving to Armenia, buying and renovating a home and office. I’ve never wanted to do something I didn’t truly want, just to impress clueless, materialistic bumpkins whom I actually despise. It’s becoming clearer to me every day: the more someone spends on flashy and unnecessary things beyond their means, the emptier their mind and the smaller their soul. I’m not surprised. Most of our compatriots grew up without any national upbringing, having spent years absorbing the culture of subhuman negro rappers and rabiz singers promoted by the Jewish media. In their worldview, the pinnacle of life is driving an expensive car, throwing lavish weddings and birthdays, dancing pointlessly, gorging themselves like gluttons, and chasing after prostitutes. They simply cannot understand—or care about—things like struggle, leaving a positive mark on the nation’s history, or living for the future. Their egos are ten times bigger than their bloated bellies. Their brains would short-circuit if you spoke about national values or sacrifice, because they live like selfish animals—only for today. In truth, our entire value system is corrupt and rotten. Unless it is fundamentally changed through real revolutionary means, nothing will ever change. The era of the materialistic, unpatriotic and soulless Armenian is coming to an end. It is time for the emergence of a new spiritual and dignified Armenian.