We have become a nation of women.
It wasn't always this way, of course. There was a time when men put their
signatures to a document, knowing full well that this single act would result in
their execution if captured, and in the forfeiture of their property to the
State. Their wives and children would be turned out by the soldiers, and their
farms and businesses most probably given to someone who didn't sign the
There was a time when men went to their certain death, with expressions like
"You all can go to hell. I'm going to Texas." (Davy Crockett, to the House of
Representatives, before going to the Alamo.)
There was a time when men went to war, sometimes against their own families, so
that other men could be free. And there was a time when men went to war because
we recognized evil when we saw it, and knew that it had to be stamped out.
There was even a time when a President of the United States threatened to punch
a man in the face and kick him in the balls, because the man had the temerity to
say bad things about the President's daughter's singing.
We're not like that anymore.
Now, little boys in grade school are suspended for playing cowboys and Indians,
cops and crooks, and all the other familiar variations of "good guy vs. bad guy"
that helped them learn, at an early age, what it was like to have decent men
hunt you down, because you were a lawbreaker.
Now, men are taught that violence is bad -- that when a thief breaks into your
house, or threatens you in the street, that the proper way to deal with this is
to "give him what he wants", instead of taking a horsewhip to the rascal or
shooting him dead where he stands.
Now, men's fashion includes not a man dressed in a three-piece suit, but a tight
sweater worn by a man with breasts.
Now, warning labels are indelibly etched into gun barrels, as though men have
somehow forgotten that guns are dangerous things.
Now, men are given Ritalin as little boys, so that their natural aggressiveness,
curiosity and restlessness can be controlled, instead of nurtured and directed.
And finally, our President, who happens to have been a qualified fighter pilot,
lands on an aircraft carrier wearing a flight suit, and is immediately dismissed
with words like "swaggering", "macho" and the favorite epithet of Euro
girly-men, "cowboy". Of course he was bound to get that reaction -- and
most especially from the Press in Europe, because the process of male
pussification Over There is almost complete.
How did we get to this?
In the first instance, what we have to understand is that America is first and
foremost, a culture dominated by one figure: Mother. It wasn't always so: there
was a time when it was Father who ruled the home, worked at his job, and voted.
But in the twentieth century, women became more and more involved in the body
politic, and in industry, and in the media -- and mostly, this has not been a
good thing. When women got the vote, it was inevitable that government was going
to become more powerful, more intrusive, and more "protective" (ie. more
coddling), because women are hard-wired to treasure security more than
uncertainty and danger. It was therefore inevitable that their feminine
influence on politics was going to emphasize (lowercase "s") social security.
I am aware of the fury that this statement is going to arouse, and I don't care
What I care about is the fact that since the beginning of the twentieth century,
there has been a concerted campaign to denigrate men, to reduce them to figures
of fun, and to render them impotent, figuratively speaking.
I'm going to illustrate this by talking about TV, because TV is a reliable
barometer of our culture.
In the 1950s, the TV Dad was seen as the lovable goofball -- perhaps the
beginning of the trend -- BUT he was still the one who brought home the bacon,
and was the main source of discipline (think of the line: "Wait until your
father gets home!").
From that, we went to this: the Cheerios TV ad.
Now, for those who haven't seen this piece of shit, I'm going to go over it,
from memory, because it epitomizes everything I hate about the campaign to
pussify men. The scene opens at the morning breakfast table, where the two kids
are sitting with Dad at the table, while Mom prepares stuff on the kitchen
counter. The dialogue goes something like this:
Little girl (note, not little boy): Daddy, why do we eat Cheerios?
Dad: Because they contain fiber, and all sorts of stuff that's good for the
heart. I eat it now, because of that.
LG: Did you always eat stuff that was bad for your heart, Daddy?
Dad (humorously): I did, until I met your mother.
Mother (not humorously): Daddy did a lot of stupid things before he met
Now, every time I see that TV ad, I have to be restrained from shooting the TV
with a .45 Colt. If you want a microcosm of how men have become less than men,
this is the perfect example.
What Dad should have replied to Mommy's little dig: Yes, Sally, that's
true: I did do a lot of stupid things before I met your mother. I even slept
with your Aunt Ruth a few times, before I met your mother.
That's what I would have said, anyway, if my wife had ever attempted to castrate
me in front of the kids like that. But that's not what men do, of course. What
this guy is going to do is smile ruefully, finish his cereal, and then go and
fuck his secretary, who doesn't try to cut his balls off on a daily basis. Then,
when the affair is discovered, people are going to rally around the castrating
bitch called his wife, and call him all sorts of names. He'll lose custody of
his kids, and they will be brought up by our ultimate modern-day figure of
sympathy: The Single Mom.
You know what? Some women deserve to be single moms.
When I first started this website, I think my primary aim was to blow off steam
at the stupidity of our society.
Because I have fairly set views on what constitutes right and wrong, I have no
difficulty in calling Bill Clinton, for example, a fucking liar and hypocrite.
But most of all, I do this website because I love being a man. Amongst other
things, I talk about guns, self-defense, politics, beautiful women, sports,
warfare, hunting, and power tools -- all the things that being a man entails.
All this stuff gives me pleasure.
And it doesn't take much to see when all the things I love are being threatened:
for instance, when Tim Allen's excellent comedy routine on being a man is
reduced to a fucking sitcom called Home Improvement. The show should
have been called Man Improvement, because that's what every single
plotline entailed: turning a man into a "better" person, instead of just leaving
him alone to work on restoring the vintage sports car in his garage. I stopped
watching the show after about four episodes.
("The Man Show" was better, at least for the first season -- men leering at
chicks, men fucking around with ridiculous games like "pin the bra on the
boobies", men having beer-drinking competitions, and women on trampolines.
Excellent stuff, only not strong enough. I don't watch it anymore, either,
because it's plain that the idea has been subverted by girly-men, and turned
into a parody of itself.)
Finally, we come to the TV show which to my mind epitomizes everything bad about
what we have become: Queer Eye For The Straight Guy. Playing on the
homo Bravo Channel, this piece of excrement has taken over the
popular culture by storm (and so far, the only counter has been the wonderful
South Park episode which took it apart for the bullshit it is).
I'm sorry, but the premise of the show nauseates me. A bunch of homosexuals
trying to "improve" ordinary men into something "better" (ie. more acceptable to
women): changing the guy's clothes, his home decor, his music -- for fuck's
sake, what kind of girly-man would allow these simpering butt-bandits to
change his life around?
Yes, the men are, by and large, slobs. Big fucking deal. Last time I looked,
that's normal. Men are slobs, and that only changes when women try to
civilize them by marriage. That's the natural order of things.
You know the definition of homosexual men we used in Chicago? "Men with small
dogs who own very tidy apartments."
Real men, on the other hand, have big fucking mean-ass dogs: Rhodesian
ridgebacks, bull terriers and Rottweilers, or else working dogs like pointers or
retrievers which go hunting with them and slobber all over the furniture.
Women own lapdogs.
Which is why women are trying to get dog-fighting and cock-fighting banned --
they'd ban boxing too, if they could -- because it's "mean and cruel". No shit,
Shirley. Hell, I don't like the idea of fighting dogs, either, but I don't have
a problem with men who do. Dogs and cocks fight. So do men. No wonder we have an
affinity for it.
My website has become fairly popular with men, and in the beginning, this really
surprised me, because I didn't think I was doing anything special.
That's not what I think now. I must have had well over five thousand men write
to me to say stuff like "Yes! I agree! I was so angry when I read about [insert
atrocity of choice], but I though I was the only one."
No, you're not alone, my friend, and nor am I.
Out there, there is a huge number of men who are sick of it. We're sick of being
made figures of fun and ridicule; we're sick of having girly-men like
journalists, advertising agency execs and movie stars decide on "what is a man";
we're sick of women treating us like children, and we're really fucking
sick of girly-men politicians who pander to women by passing an ever-increasing
raft of Nanny laws and regulations (the legal equivalent of public-school
Ritalin), which prevent us from hunting, racing our cars and motorcycles,
smoking, flirting with women at the office, getting into fistfights over women,
shooting criminals and doing all the fine things which being a man entails.
When Annika Sorenstam was allowed to play in that tournament on the men's PGA
tour, all the men should have refused to play -- Vijay Singh was the only
one with balls to stand up for a principle, and he was absolutely excoriated for
being a "chauvinist". Bullshit. He wasn't a chauvinist, he was being a man.
All the rest of the players -- Woods, Mickleson, the lot -- are girls by
comparison. And, needless to say, Vijay isn't an American, nor a European, which
is probably why he still has a pair hanging between his legs, and they're not
hanging on the wall as his wife's trophy.
Fuck this, I'm sick of it.
I don't see why I should put up with this bullshit any longer -- hell, I don't
see why any man should put up with this bullshit any longer.
I don't see why men should have become feminized, accept that we allowed it to
happen -- and you know why we let it happen? Because it's goddamned easier
to do so. Unfortunately, we've allowed it to go too far, and our maleness has
become too pussified for words.
At this point, I could have gone two ways: the first would be to say, "...and I
don't know if we'll get it back. The process has become too entrenched, the
cultural zeitgeist of men as girls has become part of the social fabric,
and there's not much we can do about it."
But I'm not going to do that. To quote John Belushi (who was, incidentally, a
real man and not a fucking woman): "Did we quit when the Germans bombed Pearl
Well, I'm not going to quit. Fuck that. One of the characteristics of the non-pussified
man (and this should strike fear into the hearts of women and girly-men
everywhere) is that he never quits just because the odds seem overwhelming.
Omaha Beach, guys.
I want a real man as President -- not Al Gore, who had to hire a consultant to
show him how to be an Alpha male, and french-kiss his wife on live TV to "prove"
to the world that he was a man, when we all knew that real men don't have
to do that shit.
And I want the Real Man President to surround himself with other Real Men, like
Rumsfeld, and Ashcroft, and yes, Rice (who is more of a Real Man than those
asswipes Colin Powell and Norman Mineta).
I want our government to be more like Dad -- kind, helpful, but not afraid to
punish us when we fuck up, instead of helping us excuse our actions.
I want our government of real men to start rolling back the Nanny State, in all
its horrible manifestations of over-protectiveness, intrusiveness and "Mommy
Knows Best What's Good For You" regulations.
I want our culture to become more male -- not the satirical kind of male, like
The Man Show, or the cartoonish figures of Stallone, Van Damme or
Schwartzenegger. (Note to the Hollywood execs: We absolutely fucking
loathe chick movies about feelings and relationships and all that feminine
jive. We want more John Waynes, Robert Mitchums, Bruce Willises, and Clint
Eastwoods. Never mind that it's simplistic -- we like simple, we are
simple, we are men -- our lives are uncomplicated, and we like it that way.
We Were Soldiers was a great movie, and you know why? Because you could have
cut out all the female parts, and it still would have been a great movie,
because it was about Real Men. Try cutting out all the female parts in a Woody
Allen movie -- you'd end up with the opening and closing credits.)
I want our literature to become more male, less female. Men shouldn't buy
"self-help" books unless the subject matter is car maintenance, golf swing
improvement or how to disassemble a fucking Browning BAR. We don't improve
ourselves, we improve our stuff.
And finally, I want men everywhere to go back to being Real Men. To open
doors for women, to drive fast cars, to smoke cigars after a meal, to get drunk
occasionally and, in the words of Col. Jeff Cooper, one of the last of the Real
Men: "to ride, shoot straight, and speak the truth."
In every sense of the word. We know what the word "is" means.
Because that's all that being a Real Man involves. You don't have to become a
fucking cartoon male, either: I'm not going back to stoning women for adultery
like those Muslim assholes do, nor am I suggesting we support that perversion of
being a Real Man, gangsta rap artists (those fucking pussies -- they wouldn't
last thirty seconds against a couple of genuine tough guys that I know).
Speaking of rap music, do you want to know why more White boys buy that crap
than Black boys do? You know why rape is such a problem on college campuses? Why
binge drinking is a problem among college freshmen?
It's a reaction: a reaction against being pussified. And I understand it,
completely. Young males are aggressive, they do fight amongst
themselves, they are destructive, and all this does happen for a
Because only the strong men propagate.
And women know it. You want to know why I know this to be true? Because powerful
men still attract women. Women, even liberal women, swooned over George Bush in
a naval aviator's uniform. Donald Trump still gets access to some of the most
beautiful pussy available, despite looking like a medieval gargoyle. Donald
Rumsfeld, if he wanted to, could fuck 90% of all women over 50 if he wanted to,
and a goodly portion of younger ones too.
And he won't. Because Rummy's been married to the same woman for fifty
years, and he wouldn't toss that away for a quickie. He's a Real Man. No wonder
the Euros hate and fear him.
We'd better get more like him, we'd better become more like him, because
if we don't, men will become a footnote to history.
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