So here I am minding my own business when I get this email link about how the 'real men' need to step up and take the lead in saving what's left of our beloved United States of America. The article originated here. Being one of the 'real men' who is expected to put it all on the line, I felt the need to offer a few thoughts on the subject:
Funny thing, this 'man' concept. My upbringing was far enough away from any urban centers to allow me to develop into a normal homo-sapien, more or less along the lines of my forebears. My grandfather was a lawman, his nickname was 'Buckshot'. There was a reason for that. As a boy I skinned my knuckles and my knees just like any other kid in my neighborhood. In my older teens I endured military service (and I mean 'endured', I hated it), and in my 20's I took on the kind of work that appealed to my sense of danger and adventure. I liked it like that; in many ways those later youthful years made me who I am today. I treat my youngsters the way I like to be treated. I'm not raising children, I'm raising grown men. If my son decides to build a 10 foot bicycle ramp and try to jump over it., I let him. If he succeeds, I congratulate him. If he falls off and hurts himself, I give him a band-aid and let him learn from his mistake. When they want sympathy, they go talk to Mom. When they have a great idea on the best way to blow up their toys, they run it by Daddy first, because “Mom never lets me do nothin!”. They laugh, they cry, they play, they fight. They're boys. And both of their parents love them very much.
Now Robin wants to loosen up those poor unfortunates who were denied the rites of boyhood. The ones who didn't have a Daddy like me. She wants to undo the wrongs brought about by the liberal and feminist movements that she so whole-heartedly supported all those years. Now she “will go where we have always gone from the beginning of time; we will search desperately for the big, strong men to protect us, the ones who have always had the guts, the courage, and yes the cojones, to put their lives and limbs on the line.” Her grip on the concept of manhood even goes so far as to recommend 'psychotherapy' for bedwetters! She thinks she can replace years of honing and hardening with a good talking to! Abso-bloody-lutely amazing!
We grown men take a lot every day. We see our children being raised by State-appointed babysitters (teachers, don't make me laugh) because our wives see their 'career' as more important than the hum-drum of motherhood. We're accused of being 'sexist' at work if we as much as look at a woman for more than 3 seconds. We tolerate all manner of egregious infringements of our statutory and constitutional rights through affirmative action and 'hate crime' legislation. We suffer the injustice of always being on the wrong side of law enforcement and the courts in any domestic dispute. And we endure, because we're men and we understand that life isn't fair or just; in the words of the coach, 'it is what it is'.
If you think you can take some sissified bedwetter and turn him into a man by sending down to the local shrink for reprogramming, I strongly suggest you stay away from the kind of men who 'put it on the line', you won't like them very much. They don't suffer fools for long and they don't like it when you belittle their passage into manhood with ill-conceived notions of what a grown man is. When you break a finger playing football and finish the game anyway, you're looking forward to manhood. You won't find any 'certificate of manhood' on any psychologist's wall, but you can find it in the eyes of your children, if you let them earn it.
Ladies, if you want your men to take the front and do the leading, you have to accept that they are taking the lion's share of the risks and deserve the lion's share of the rewards. Not only that, but you have to accept that they are doing things that you are unwilling, or unable, to accomplish. In short, you have to admit that you messed with a good, man-made system and now you want a do-over. You want to start again. Reset. Give up your suffrage (most college age women don't know the meaning of the word anyway, check this out), go back to the time when men cared for their wives and families, protected them and worked to make their country the greatest nation on Earth. Is that really what you want? Are you willing to admit that you are not, after all, equal?
I doubt it. Robin's is symptomatic of the kind of character who sees she's in a tight spot. The writing's on the wall. The wolves are at the door and she's the little piggy in the wooden house. She's all emotional and afraid. Says she understands what it is to need a 'big, strong man' to protect her now. I smell sleight of hand. A bait and switch, carrot and stick situation. I don't buy it. Don't be fooled fellas. She'll use you now and see ya later. You'll put it on the line to save her poor, weak little feminine butt all right and when the danger is passed you'll see nothing changed. You're still a pig, and the joke will still be on you. She'll go back to voting for whoever offers the most 'security' and 'benefits', and you'll be the one to pay for it, just like now (don't believe me? Check this out). Robin's having a 'what have we done' moment, I'm all for making her buy her own band-aids.
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