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.

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?”

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.

The Paradox of a Warrior’s Heart

This was so beautiful and on target that I thought I’d re-post it here so I can find it again. A fellow going by Abject Man posted this as a response to my review of Sam Sheridan’s A Fighter’s Heart on The Spearhead.

Here’s the paradox of the Warrior’s heart:

I remember the remarkable reasoning of German biologist (of the ’40s) regarding doves and wolves.

He observes, when rival doves are confined into a small space, they peck at each other do death. That’s because they have evolved to be timid, and normally fly away to avoid conflict. So, he infers, they have not developed a sense of “mercy.”

Wolves, on the other hand, are fierce warriors. And yet, when a wolf exposes its neck to its rival during a fight, the fighting stops. He concludes, only those who know how to fight, i.e. who face the bloody consequences of a ruthless fight, develop a sense of mercy.

Kind hearts belong to warrior types, not sissies. Sissies are, paradoxically, the most sociopathic and narcissistic.

Thumos and Gameness – A Fighting Spirit

Prompted by Harvey C. Mansfield’s Manliness, which I am carefully re-reading, I started working my way through Plato’s Republic today. Mansfield introduced me to the concept of thumos, spelled thymos in Allan Bloom’s notes for The Republic.

θυμός

When Plato (as Socrates) introduces the concept in Book II, he compares a noble dog with a noble young man in defining the necessary qualities of a good warrior or “auxiliary”–the class from which his “guardians”  should ideally chosen from. This characteristic of thymos or “spiritedness” is closely related to the dog fighting term “gameness” explored in Sam Sheridan’s A Fighter’s Heart which I recently reviewed for The Spearhead.

Both can be reduced down to “a fighting spirit;” both can mean something a bit more specific. Both are central to any discussion of paleomasculinity otherwise known as manliness.

Here’s the relevant passage.

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Manhood, Masculinity and Honor in the News 11/21/10

Shad Smith

I had never heard of Shad Smith, felony fighter and also a homo. He’d probably be an interesting guy to have a few beers with. Here’s Shad’s Sherdog profile. Looks like he’s still fighting. Go get ‘em, man.

Along the same lines…

Emile Griffith

Beat a man to death in the ring after his opponent called him a fag. Now that’s what I call a hate crime. This documentary might be worth a watch.

How do you make a hormone?

Don’t pay her.

I think my dad told me that joke. But seriously, several guys sent me links to some version of this story about hormone-disrupting chemicals in domestic products which is currently making the rounds. I always find it interesting when crunchy environmentalist liberal types, who are usually also feminist friendly, think this is a bad thing, but good on ‘em. The last thing we need in the civilized world is more effeminate males.

Softeners in plastics may affect masculinity in young boys, study says

Feminists are already trying to spin this with the typical “what does masculinity really mean?” propaganda.

“If you are a man in life and you haven’t gone to a gay bar, you haven’t really danced.

John Mayer (whoever he is…I’m out of that loop and I really don’t want to know…I think he’s famously dating someone famous) is apparently an omega extraordinaire.

Chris Illuminati tests the rules of manhood.

And decides they are good rules. Entertaining.

What is this Asylum magazine? Chris should interview me. I can talk about manhood for hours. Yeah, that’s a hint. He should also check out The Spearhead.

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