Stewed, Screwed and Tattooed

New blurb about a recent Sailor Jerry documentary over at The Spearhead.

If you know anything about tattoos, you know his work. His trademark designs feature themes of “Man’s Demise,” a brand of manly nihilism that recalls the lyrics of the Hank Williams song “I’ll Never Get Out of this World Alive.” Likely owing to his war-bound clientele, Sailor Jerry’s man is tough and scrappy, but ultimately just another one of Fate’s marionettes.  You owe it to yourself to check this one out for its manly, earthy humanity.

Like a Rock

There are certain things I like to re-post every so often for readers new to my syntopical study of manhood and honor. One of them is the poem “If,” by Rudyard Kipling–a masterpiece that should be passed on to every young man in the West.

Another is “Like a Rock,” by Bob Seger. Many are familiar with segments of the chorus and outro from Chevy commercials. But, if you’ll indulge me here for a moment, the complete lyric captures a vision of manhood that is far more profound than a mere jingle. (more…)

“The War on Christmas”

Kevin I. Slaughter’s response to some whining from cultural Marxists over at the Huffington Post.

New Spearhead Piece – “Patriarchy Works”

My latest for The Spearhead…

Patriarchy Works

Whatever your feelings are about the “rights” of women in society, one thing is undeniable: patriarchy works. It’s not an academic theory. It’s historical fact. Some patriarchal societies have worked better than others, for a wide variety of reasons. It has been proven that a patriarchal society can rise to international prominence. Few, if any real matriarchal systems have ever succeeded. Virtually all of the great achievements of mankind—from the aqueduct to the steam engine to the great works of Western and Eastern arts and literature—are the products of men who worked within patriarchal systems.

Read the rest at The Spearhead.

Gay Culture is Patricide

A recent interview at Grey Lodge Occult Review.

Manhood, Masculinity and Honor in the News 12/15/09

Dictator Goods

A reader recently mentioned the 1980s “Real men don’t eat quiche” meme. Today, a re-formatted press release in the New York Times blog for Dictator Goods greeting cards mentions the same meme. Synchronicity? Want more synchronicity? OK.

A few days ago I bought the first greeting card I’ve bought in years. Greeting cards are mostly marketed toward women and the whole concept plays into the whole cutesy tea party vibe chicks dig. So of course men wouldn’t want anything to do with them.

I bought this one as a joke for one of my best pals at work. He can be a real bear to work with sometimes, and last week he threw a “mantrum”–which is what happens when a dude who looks like Leonidas on steroids gets pissed off for no good reason and gets all fucking silverback. We had some words. The next day I walked in with a pink greeting card for a 5-year old girl that had a pop-out princess tiara. It said “Happy Birthday, Your Highness.” I’m proud of that one. We worked it out.

Anyway, even though I find greeting cards a bit effeminate generally, I’m having a hard time disapproving of these Laconic cards from Dictator Goods. The famous Ghengis Khan quote that was adapted for Conan the Barbarian is always the right thing to say to any man I’d want to have a beer with. If you don’t know which one I’m talking about, I’m giving you a suspicious eye right now.

“I enjoy being a guy.”

This article from Lloyd Marcus, titled “Radical Feminism’s Attack on Manhood in America” is making the rounds. File under “of interest” for obvious reasons.

Folks, It’s Miller Time

After a hard day’s work, sometimes I like to kick back and enjoy the full-bodied, unpretentious flavor of a Miller High Life. Let’s be frank, it truly is the motherfucking champagne of beers.

Oh, I hear what you’re saying. And I do enjoy me a high end microbrew. This year I’m liking pale ales and fall beers, especially Leinenkugel Marzen-style Oktoberfest. Usually I alternate between Samuel Smith imports and beers brewed in the Pacific Northwest, because buying local is something you don’t have to belong to the green cult to see the sense in. Supporting the home team and putting money back into the community that employs you is economically sound. If our “leaders” hadn’t sold their souls to rootless globalist opportunists–if they’d followed the same basic principal–our economy would probably be a lot more solid.

I like Sierra Nevada, but with the exception of film, I avoid products from the People’s Republic of California because I’m against California. I’d be happy to buy movies at import prices if California would just do the right thing and secede. Seriously, fuck California. I lived there for almost a decade, the state took plenty of my money, and it’s still practically (and morally) bankrupt. Fuck California, fuck it in the face.

But anyway, yeah. Some days I like to put on some Merle Haggard, some Johnny Cash, some Tennessee Ernie Ford. I don’t always feel like spending 9 bucks on a 6-pack. I want to get in touch with my roots…a couple of generations of Pennsylvania Railroad men and grandpa with his fuel oil business.Pap drank Pabst, but I’m sure he wouldn’t have a bad word to say about enjoying a bit of the High Life.

I moved 16 commercial grade treadmills into a building, up an elevator and across a building today. By myself. The deck weighs about 375 pounds, and getting them on a hand truck, into the elevator and down requires a series of 3 lifts, something like a 125 pound hang clean with an isometric curl that lasts until I pop it up the last time. I made it look easy. Like a fucking blue collar ballet.

You will never really know what this means or care. And that’s fine. I like what I do. It’s satisfying. My feet and lower legs are shaking, my legs and traps still hurt from Saturday, and I will be interested to see if my right shoulder is tweaked tomorrow. But I’m happy as a pig in shit all the same. Here’s me with my Miller High Life. I earned it.

Oh, yeah…some kid passed us as music blared out of our truck and asked:

“Are you guys listening to the Gladiator soundtrack?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s awesome.”

Yeah, son. It is awesome.

“Some people say a man is made out of mud. A poor man’s made out of muscle and blood…”

Miller’s made the American way.

“You don’t give your word, then go back on a deal. You don’t shake a man’s hand unless that’s how you feel. Your good will shows, you mean what you say. It’s man to man – The American Way.”

The hits just keep on coming. “If you’ve got the time, we’ve got the beer.”

Oh fuck yes. “Beer, dear?”

What Feminists Are Peddling

The best pitch feminists have for straight white men is summed up in this post, in response to the new retrosexual Dockers ad campaign.

… it’s straight, white men (the very ones most likely to wear these khakis) who should be afraid of this kind of masculinity more than anyone.  It forces them to be “heroes” and really super human.  Instead of relating to other humans, they must relate as the “pants” and can never actually be weak or afraid or part of a group- but rather must charge ahead into battle like John Wayne on T.

And if you are a  straight, white men – listen to me on this- you should be afraid of the pants themselves.  If being a real man means wearing something as tacky as Dockers khakis, well, that’s more or less like having Satan drag your soul to hell.

So be afraid.  Everyone.  Of what is out there.  And avoid the Dockers.  Why not try some nice  skinny leg jeans in a bright and happy color instead?  I promise it will make the world a much less hellish place.

That’s right, men. This fashionably disheveled feminist has something better than strength, honor, heroism, dignity, discipline and responsibility to offer you.

Those things are hard, anyway. Just relax, already. Stop trying so hard. Lay back, smoke a doob and let yourself be weak. Don’t you see, that awesome guy you really want to be is just an idea, like an action movie hero, and you can never really be that guy–at least most of you can’t. So why bother? Why exert any emotional control? Why strive for anything? What’s the point. Instead of trying to be the best you possibly can be, instead of trying to be as much like your heroes as you can manage given your will and your talents…why not just give up?

Just…submit. Let women take over. They’re better at running your life than you are, anyway, and they always know what’s best.

After all, skinny jeans look great on most men, don’t they?

Feminists laugh off male resistance to the erosion of the masculine ideal as much ado about nothing, but men really do have a choice to make. The neutered herbivore male is the logical end of Marxist feminism. Passive, non-threatening, weak, easy to control. Any other end is a compromise, a threat. The utopian visions of feminists cannot be sustained unless men submit to the authority of feminists completely, and abandon any gendered vision of their own.

The new Docker’s ad campaign has inspired several articles and blogs, so here are a few more:

Dockers Passes the Pants to a New Generation
Dockers® Brand to Lead Khaki Comeback by Asking Men to Once Again “Wear the Pants™” (Official Release)
Dockers Tries to Revive Khakis, Masculinity
(Men’s Rights) New Dockers ‘wear the pants’ ad campaign for soft khakis brings charges of sexism
Contact Dockers over their Sexist, Anti-Feminine Ad Campaign (“Queer” Blog)
Dockers does it again (Bitch Magazine)
Khaki or tacky: Is this ‘pink/blue, truck/doll, pants/dress’ ad offensive? (Goodasyou, gay site)

9 out of 10 feminist/Marxist thought police agree that Dockers is not “on message” and that this must be corrected.

Alex Birch @ Corrupt.org

I’ve eyed up corrupt.org a few times and a good friend sent me a link specifically to Alex Birch’s blog section of the site.

He’s an interesting voice, and writes about a mix of material ranging from right-wing social criticism to posts on working out and fitness. These are a few of my favorite things…

So I was surprised and pleased to discover that he mentioned my Spearhead post on suffrage in a recent piece on the influence of women in politics that puts a Swedish spin on the issue.  I’ve also never been mentioned alongside The Unabomber before, so that’s a first. Suddenly I see my future…

I’m adding him and corrupt.org to my links below, and you should too.

Bastard Game

Part I and II from Max at FKIN. He takes apart “Game” and puts it back together for you.

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