Fatherhood: The Masculine Non-Proliferation Treaty

 (Editor's Note:  This is an excerpt from an elsewhere published series entitled "Childrearing" authored by Doc Adams.  Original title was, "The Pact.")

     Since a Man is an incomplete Being without a wife and children, let's talk Family, shall we?  Specifically a Man's place in the Family.  The very epitome of Manhood, I'd say.  We will be discussing a "Family" composed of a Father who is a Man, a mother who is a woman, and the children born by this couple.  We are focusing here on the Man's Chair at the table of a healthy Family.  As a Family Physician for over 30 years, a father of three grown, productive and married children, and as an opinionated Old Cuss, my credentials are already well-known to my fatigued readers.  Constructing a family is where the rubber meets the road for any Man.  Without growing his own Family a Man is nothing more than a man-apprentice with training wheels.   Without a Manly Man, the Family is weak and directionless.  The product is  poor fruit.

    Too often today a young wife is demanding ratification of a nefarious Pact as collateral against bearing children.  Her husband agrees to this pact if she is even going to consider having kids.  This arrangement perverts healthy Childrearing.   It rears its ugly head time and again, creating a conflicted marriage, distorted household management, and wayward children.  I hold  the modern women responsible  because it is she that holds children out there as ransom, if only he will partake of the apple.  And, we are interested in facts here, not fairness.  We are interested in results in these pages, not in social transformation.  Our lives are daily bombarded with the  piteous nature of a woman's "plight".  "It's just  "so-o-h tough out there."  Herein I offer confused and bamboozled Men some teeny-tiny counterpoint;  an alternative universe of thought that may serve your children better than incessant female martyrdom and that silly contract you signed on to.

   

     Women are the cultural czars today my friends, and men are merely confused and complicit inmates.  You Men, just go on and try voicing an opinion contrary to gal-dogma  in class, at a staff meeting, at the water cooler, or at the family reunion.  You bet, you will be hooted and hollered off the stage,  forever labeled a misogynist and hater.   Activist women will make it their lifelong ambition to ruin your career, reputation, and contentions.  Examples in today’s news are legion.    Non-feminist woman  live in sometimes even greater peril.  Especially if they advocate a normal "balance" in marriage that does not martyr the woman.  Dr. Laura Schlesinger, a real Ph.D. in psychology, and real woman,  was  forced to shut down her new TV show,  run off the public radio waves for insisting that Feminism is harmful to a marriage and the family.  So much for the sisterhood of  “I am Woman, hear me roar!”  I guess you are a "sissta"  only if you are "roaring" the party line, ay? 

     Regardless of any such fairy-tale cultural dreaming, however, Manly Men are, and will always be,  vital to the upbringing of healthy children.  Destroying Manhood does just the opposite.  The Serpentine Pact made  by young couples today spells doom to the unborn.  It is insidious and corrosive.  It hides behind the curtain of “fairness”,  today’s coded Trojan Horse.  “The Pact” is simply this:  the newlywed woman, or pre-newlywed woman, lays out her terms for agreeing to bear children with the following proviso — “if we have children, then you are going to have to help me, because I am not going to raise them by myself, and that includes ……”  At this point she itemizes her contractual terms, notarizing guarantees designed to eliminate any conflict childrearing may have with her Xena-The-Warrior-Princess ambitions.  Yeah, painless and trouble free childrearing for young Xena!  Spills over into the woman's dominance within the marriage as well.  Do not doubt me on this.  Furthermore, just take a wild guess fellas at just where the contractual burden of reality  and responsibility is then placed?  Sure enough bro's;  right on your  ever-feminized, but estrogen-deficient shoulders. 

     And what she is talking about Boyz is the nitty-gritty work -- yeah, the diapers, the dishes, and even the responsibility for feeding and nurture of the infant.  She is now contractually liberated and can take all the credit for those "beautiful children", yet still continue to whine incessantly about how "hard begin a Mother is."  She now has carte-blanche to just sit there when you come home from work -- dinner not started; house a mess;  baby's diaper full of doo-doo.   Like Pontius Pilate, she washes her hands of any future responsibility for bad kids, for a bad marriage, and ultimately for a bad life.  She has a contractual scapegoat now --  YOU, ma bruthas'!  Should you protest, she quickly reminds you of your solemn promise.  By and by, as she chews on Prozac, sniffling to her therapist that you are the cause of all her grief, she is let off the hook.  Contract proves it.  This "fair"-sounding pre-nupt is what  I have dubbed, The Masculine Non-Proliferation Treaty.  Can you say, "50/50"?

     Here’s how it works.  Feminism has decreed that women that will no longer be slaves to the drudgery of family life.  We have discussed this ad nauseum  (See just about any entry in "Doctor Confidential";  or this series for that matter!) .  Hilary Clinton once even used her bully pulpit to cruelly dismiss the tender and ancient act of preparing the table, feeding her Man, her kids.  In response to how she would comport her First Ladyship, she hissed on about how it would not be  “baking cookies” , fo' sho'!  A nice symbolic metaphor, don't you think,  for other unpleasantries that  subjugate the gals?    "Cruel and Unusual" like breastfeeding, changing diapers, daily cooking, cleaning the kitchen, washing the dirty dishes, washing the kiddies, washing the clothes, picking up after the kids and even herself, and even getting up at night to attend to a crying child.  So, the "fair" enlightened young Man, eager to start raising a family, is put on notice, in no uncertain terms, that there is a new Sheriff in town, and things are going to be "a lot different than it was for my mom".  The very first act of Childrearing, then,  is a hostage situation.  No promise, no kids……

     Now this Pact embodies idiocies that are simply rich, and ultimately produce  The Big Lie.  First, it is a statement that implies that Men have not really helped raising  children for past, well,  centuries.  The absurdity of this contention is intergalactic.  That is why I urge you, discerning reader, to consider this lie for what it really is --  a baldfaced strategy by women to bear children and then to  “call it in.”  To first  and foremost focus on her needs, deftly sidestepping the roll-up-the-sleeve work of childrearing.  Sure, sure gals, you can screech protestation at the Old Doc all you want, but facts are stubborn things, and bad kids don't lie.  They are like acne.  Plainly visible.  Anyway, what progress!  How far we have advanced!  What a backward age it was long ago when having children was considered the highest of callings; a blessing;  a joy.  A young wife dreamed of "giving" this gift to her husband.  Dark Ages.............Indeed.

     So, in just what manner do you contribute to raising the kiddies, ma' Bruthas'?  Men contribute to childrearing by protecting the mother and child from harm, by providing manly discipline,  by sweating blood to feed them, and by sometimes willingly sacrificing his life  in order to better theirs.

  

Sure, of course I do get that  most men no longer provide for their families by farming, killing Indians, and hunting bear.  But friends, neither does a modern American wife carry up water from the river, make wood fires, cook outside,  sew and repair everyones clothes, use a rock to wash clothes in the creek, or hang the clothes outside on the clothesline.  (Like the real Mrs. Doc  actually grew up doing by the way). 

     Implying that Men “haven’t been helping with the kids” is as ridiculous as contending that, well,  women  have never helped raise kids.   After all,  women never really could protect the family from outlaws or Indians.  Nor did she skin bears,  clear the forty acres for planting,  or bleed to death on the beaches of Normandy.   Nobody uses these facts to disqualify women as historical caretakers, now do we?  No, no, you massively duped women, and you naively deceived men!   Raising children is NOT a competition for biggest martyr award.   You both have vital roles, roles that you are uniquely equipped to handle.  

     Yet, you Men are flailing and failing in wholesale abandonment of your primary familial duty  (To Love, Honor, and Protect)  by ascribing to this loony-tunes philosophy that says:    “Even though I (woman) am now at no risk of  hostile Indians and grizzly bears, and even though I now have every modern appliance and do not have to make a fire to light the stove every day, I really do not want to do any remaining menial chores like touching dishwater or diapers; and you need to do them if I am going to even consider doing this “children piece” at ANY "price point".  The results of this pact have been catastrophic.    Lazy women, lazy and neglected kids, flakey men.  Take a look around you at the sobering results of these modern experiments.  I mean, fellas!   Skinny-jeans and selfies are but the tip of the iceberg of this social and cultural pathology!

     The Second part of the Big Lie is that  the Pact is actually a back-door rationalization  for the fledgling feminists to liberate her time and efforts for “bigger” fish.  She has her sights on being a big-time attorney;  a CEO;  a Senator for goodness sakes!  She will settle for president of the PTA, or  Team Mom, or any committee or class that walks by if those are the only positions currently available.  Anything to find that underground railroad,  and freedom from the shackles of familial slavery.  After all, these outside activities can be her stepping stones to Xena-power and eventually world domination.  Or,  at least put her a leg up over her cringing, obsequious, and clearly less intelligent husband.  Yeah, can you believe it?  Wife competing against Husband?!?  You bet, “hear me roar!”  “I can be Oh Great Leader of this troubled world and do a much better job of it than those greedy, numbskull Men ever could.”  Can you say Evita? Can you say child neglect?  Lost generation? 

     And perhaps women as a whole will do a better job in time — in the corporate boardroom;  in the halls of Congress;  and in science, medicine and literature.  But are you really ready and willing to send a team of Lady SEALS up against the Chinese regulars?  Russian SPEZNAZ?  ISIS?  And do you really want your kids raised with two mommy’s?  In Congress, a woman may make a good Senator, but in the home she makes a lousy Pop;  and Pop makes a lousy Mom.  This is what we are taking about here.  Healthy Childrearing, not world domination.  You gals, make your choice;  either Senator or Mother —  YOU CANNOT DO BOTH AND RAISE EFFECTIVE AND HEALTHY CHILDREN!  World domination can wait until after the children are grown.

     The third tenet of the Big Lie  cleverly perverts one of the Man's most important qualities and uses it against him to actually work counter to producing a proud Husband and Father, and successful Leader.  That quality is his sense of duty and honor.  In his eagerness to start a family, he agrees to this Devilish pact  (in writing even!) thereby perverting a noble trait as he struggles forevermore to keep his (misbegotten) word.   He finds himself being Mr. Mommy  to the everlasting shame and scorn of his deceived and short-changed children.  The kiddies are the big losers of this Pact of Shame.  They need the gentle, reassuring voice, smell and instincts of Mamma early on;  not the musk, bad breath, fur, growl, snort and short attention span of He-mom.

     Furthermore Mr. Mommy now feels that he is forever duty-bound to this atrocity.  Wake up fellas!  You make all kinds of  other promises simply to get into her jeans — and  many of those are never honored.  Que no?   So why would you feel compelled to forever honor a wrong-headed agreement of such momentously destructive import to your marriage and children?   Admit that you have been stupid and perverse and have acted against the Laws of Nature, abolish it, and move on.  And at least try to do better.  For the children.   You two are always squawking about the precious "children" this and the precious "children" that.   "Precious" children indeed.    

     On the other hand, a  mother humbling herself to wash the dishes accomplishes so many positive things, the least of which is getting the spaghetti sauce off the plates.  Here are a few of the benefits that children glean from MOTHER washing the dishes, and as you review them, consider, with Manly maturity,  what the home is really like if your wife's ambitions cause override and neglect of these vital interactions:

1. Great time for children to observe the importance of the chore as a virtue.  If mother scorns a household chore, than so will the kiddies, especially the female kiddies.
2. Great time to utilize mother’s superior, genetically-provided gift of gab.  It is estimated on average that a woman needs to get out 5000 words a day compared to her husband's 1000.  She is better at the child-chit-chat that is so important in socialization, teaching of language, as well as family histories.
3. Great way for the children to keep their minds and bodies occupied with constructive activity, as opposed to the child-centered activities that tend to produce bratty, boring narcissists. 
4. Great way to begin the training of the children to contribute to the family fortunes rather than the modern parasitical acculturation.  Yes, you can teach the kids to enjoy working if you provide them with important reasons to do so.
5. Great time to tout the virtues of their absent Father.  He is away, at work, either behind a mule or in the office or at sea.  He is working for us all.  A better life for us all.  Working for his woman, for his kids, for his company, for his country.  Emphasize to the little one that we still need Daddy to protect us; the Chinese kill the second child;  the North Koreans starve everyone;  the Russians seek only power for their elite; and the Iranians use petro-dollars to further 12th century barbarism, misogyny and domination.  Yeah, you bet, we just gotta buck up the American Man, and be quick about it!
6. Great way to model teamwork.  Dishes done, kitchen clean, Mother and kiddies feel proud and self-satisfied in a job well done.  This makes evening repose so much more enjoyable, warm, loving, and instructive for the absorbent psyches of the growing kiddies     

     NOW gals, once this chore is completed, you take the opportunity to bring the kiddies and sit in the living room with their weary Father,  and ignore his smelly feet;  review the day past;  plan the next day to come.  Mother and Father weary, but affectionate,  calm, sharing, equal, talking like mature adults, planning all of their futures.  This is the stuff of making raw kids into  healthy, productive citizens.  Freemen. Americans.

     So you Men, go ahead and help with the dishes when appropriate.  But this is not your Family-building strong suit.  Change the diapers when appropriate.  But neither is this your strength.  For that matter, nor is it your wife’s job to clean the oil off the garage floor;  to kill the rat in the attic;  to compress the garbage into the trashcans;  to mow the lawn; to maintain the power tools;  to answer the front doorbell at 11:00 P.M.;  to stand watch at the park while you and the kids enjoy yourselves; or kill a bomb-maker at a 1000 yards.......  You fellas cannot busy yourself with Mother’s chores, because in wasting precious time and effort fulfilling your wive’s misbegotten feminist fantasy, your children lose what they really need from you:   and that is for you to be a Sentinel — on guard, watchful, alert to danger.

   

     What kinds of danger you might ask?  How about when little Billy is roughing up little Susie?  Employ a time-out?  Or do something effective like issuing a stern, masculine warning with one word.  “BILLY!”   If you have not built up a lifetime of respect and fear in Billy’s eyes, he will no more obey you than will little Susie when you shout “SUSIE!” as she draws dangerously near the busy street;  or any more than will your wife when you see muggers approaching her as she fills the tank with gas and  you shout “HONEY, GET IN THE CAR RIGHT NOW!”.  By the time she expresses her indignity  at “being ordered around”, it may be too late to prevent that moment of tragedy whose pain will last a lifetime.

     Think about this, you Men, if you are thinking that danger is a passe' role for Father in today’s “safe” world.  What about when growing Billy balks at doing his chores?  You need to insist that he do them.  Oh sure, you can try reasoning, but 13 year-old Billy can counter with a thousand reasons to refute your treatise on duty, character and work ethic.  Then where are you?  If you lose this one Pop, then Billy loses, and big time.  Yikes, Cousin Dude:   the living-with-mommy-at-age-50, rubbing-sleep-outta-the-eyes at 11:00 A.M., and griping-about-too-small-a-welfare-check Cousin Dude, that's who — the Dude abides!  Is that what you really want?  (Imagine defending the village with this Big Lebowsky)?  No of course not. This, my friends is real danger....for all of us. 

     Yet you continue to resist this scenario as a "stretch" because you cannot at this point connect the dots — how does losing round one with Billy lead to cousin Duderotomy?   You simply refuse to allow yourself to accept the truth of what the Old Doc, or Rush, or Dr. Laura espouse, especially when your knees are knocking as your woman glares at you with that practiced Feminist glare of condescension.  Way overboard, you say?  Exaggerating?  Going a little too far, don’t you think?  Well fellas, NOT connecting the dots is a skill absent from Second-Graders , so perhaps you can at least act a bit more with it, ay lads?

     And fellas, what about when 16 year-old Susie, oozing hormones, wants to live the rest of her life with Richard Ramirez?  She shouts down her Mom’s advice to slow down.  Then what?  What tools do you parents have left in your arsenal to prevent Susie from a lifetime of regret?  And an accidental "love" child?   Yup, you have a Manly Pop.   A  stern, “N-O, spells NO!” from Father.  At that moment,  a lifetime of confidence  in her Pop's discipline kicks in.  He  means  what he says, and says what he means, and  Mom supports him.    She may feel deprived, but she does not defy Pop.  She has just enough fear and  respect that when he gives her “that look”, there will be no compromise, nor further negotiations.  

     She knows little of the dangers at that age.  Richard Ramirez  is thwarted from his conquest of your precious Susie’s pink undergarments.  She will thank you later, believe me.  But more importantly, you will be able to look yourself in the mirror and feel fulfilled as having done your duty.  Fulfilled your destiny.  Acted as our Heavenly Father would have wanted you to act……Or not.  Rewind to pre-Billy and pre-Susie, all the way back to the day The Pact was laid out for you.   Adhere dutifully to The Pact, and Billy blows you off;  Susie blows you off.  Ramirez' dream comes true, and Welfare has another subscriber.

     If you have kiddies and are honoring The Pact, look at it as just one more stupid and naive scheme you agreed to in your youth.  Now that you are awake, tear up the damned thing!   C'mon mates, grow up!  Dishes, diapers and changing the oil are not what we are really talking about here anyway, so for Heaven's sake take a look at this hideous mess staring you in the face and quit with the denial already.  We are talking about a Man's abilities and a Woman's abilities, and how best to combine them lovingly in order to  acculturate healthy new tribal members.  Gents, if you are confronted with The Pact for the first time, turn around 180 degrees and run as fast as you can in the other direction.  You must be the leader of your family.  That is a Man’s proscribed role.  Yeah, proscribed by God.  (Try arguing with God on anything and see where that gets you).  You must allow your woman to fulfill her role as your wife and your children’s mother.  You cannot shield her from her proscribed mandate.

     Of course,  if you two intend to NOT have children, then se le vie!  Go ahead and sign on the dotted line.  Be Mr. Sensitive.  Bed down with a menagerie of tattooed gals and guys if you want, and be all you can be.  Knock yourself out.  Be proud of your Metrosexuality.  Let us hear your roar!  Grrrrrr!

     But, on the other hand fellas, if you want healthy children;  you want your son to be a  Forthright Man;  and you want your daughter to be a  courageous and loyal woman, then you must be a Warrior in your soul.  You must lead your family.  You must teach them the pride you possess in your own honor and Manhood.  And you gals, take note.  A bossy woman with a weak Man is a pitiful nag.  A humble women paired with a proud Man is a sight to behold!  She begets Warriors and Queens.  She elevates her Warrior husband to new heights and new achievements.  And in turn, he honors her even more;  he worships her even more;  and he dedicates himself to the well-being of her children even more.  Reject any anti-Masculine Treaties.  Go for Honor instead.  Dignity.  Humility. Courage.    Land of the Free and Home of the Brave.  There is a lot at stake folks, and so very much to lose………Doc

American Joe

"I am Free, no matter what rules surround me. 

If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; 

if I find them too obnoxious, I break them.  

I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do.   J"

     He is  indeed rare today.  The old time Man.   Getting to be as rare as a politician that keeps his promise about protecting and defending the U.S. Constitution.   America has always been blessed with brave, visionary Manly Men like General Washington, Andrew Jackson, General Ulysses S. Grant,  Colonel William Travis, Louis L'Lamour, Andrew Carnegie, and Norman Rockwell to name the tip of the iceberg.

This small list is just a few of the legions of Men who built the greatest civilization ever known.   History recounts the deeds of such Men.  This great land is better for their efforts and their lives.  Great men have built America, but only a tiny fraction escape anonymity.   The majority of great men may not be famous, but they are not anonymous to their wives, their families, friends or brothers in arms however.  They are revered by those who do know them, whose lives were better because of them, whose lives they saved.  They have, just as critically, built the fabric of this great land, and still do exist today, thank God.   Only they don't hold press conferences after getting out of drug rehab;  ballads are no longer written about them;  and the greater culture today fears the Masculine heroism they embody.   Take note you Metros Guys out there;  and you Fellas that are well-meaning but without the sense of a bag of hammers.  Listen up to some of the real-life stuff your Old Man tried to teach you.  "One if by land, two if by sea," kinda stuff. 

     Well, this Old Doc has had the distinct privilege of knowing such a Man all his life, literally.   A real Man.   Manly Man.  American Man.  A modern day Daniel Boone or Davy Crockett really.   Man of few words, but mighty deeds.  No doubt you have neither heard nor read about this American.     Meet the American Joe.  

     Old Joe never had a publicist.  For years I had never known much in the way of specifics about the life of this quiet, yet imposing man.  From the scattered stories I have heard about his life, I bet it would make quite an epic Hollywood story.  Probably not though.  Never did LSD;  never had AIDS;  married to the first and same women over 60 years;  and loves America.  Nah, on second thought, who would want to see a primer on Manly honor and integrity.  Especially if it includes loving America.  Better do the movie on the lying, egg-sucking yellow dog in the White House.  Lots of lies, lots of betrayal, lots of cowardice, and actual traitorous episodes to be sure......I am not sure if Old Joe has lived a perfect life, but I have heard that once he made a mistake just to see what it felt like.

     

   
     Old Joe is 80 years old now.  Yeah, born when they were still using whale blubber to light up the home.  He still looks younger than some of the beat up partners I used to work with in my Medical Practice though.  And some of them were under 50!  My earliest memories are of this giant of a man, 6 foot 2 inches, baritone voice and lots of hair everywhere, especially on his silverback-sized arms.  I saw him only sporadically, but to this kid's imagination he was always Leonidas;  or Maximus Decimus Meridius, or Rodrigo Diaz de Vivar.  He was away a lot.  At sea.  At war.  Crappy outposts around the world, sometimes with his family, sometimes not allowed.  I knew he was a Military Man, a warrior, and he was the type of Man that made you want to immediately stand to, come to attention when he  walked in a room.  You'd want to pledge to him your sword.

     I know only wisps of rumors about this Man's younger days.  His Father was a stern man, came from Mexico to work the copper mines in Bisbee, Arizona, where Joe was born.  In those days the Mexicans dug out the copper with bare hands, so I suspect there was not a lot of frivolity on the part of Joe's Pop in those days.  Maybe Joe horsed around, played canicas, or broke windows, but I never heard of such stories.  Why I bet Joe was born with a "hammer in his little right hand."

John Henry, when he was a baby

Settin' on his mammy's knee

Picked up an hammer in his little right hand

Said, "Hammer be the death of me, me, me

Hammer be the death of me"

                                               -- "John Henry"

                                                   Tennesse Ernie Ford

To my childhood mind, Joe was always full grown anyway, rough and tough and hard to bluff.  Came out of a lightening bolt from Zeus's hammer (or "arse") and was kin to Thor.  When the Old Doc was born, Joe had already married my sister, and at age 17, had joined the Navy.

                                                   

  

He became a Seaman when ships were made of wood and men of iron.  Imagine, if you will, this strapping young sailor up in the crow's nest of the mainsail, whipped by lashing winds and rain from a deadly Nor'Easter, gripping the rail with his near frozen fingers.  AAAy Mate!

     Navy Joe was at sea a lot.  I didn't see him very often.  I did grow up for years with his kids though, and so I remember from time to time hearing phone calls to my sister.  Reception must have been tough, because she had to shout, and say "over" after every sentence.  A little boy, I imagined him out at sea, patrolling on the vastness of the Pacific; Moby Dick;  Neptune,  and an old movie I saw as a kid about Hercules, Jason and the Argonauts.

     For some reason, I have always known that Sailor Joe served in Vietnam during the War.  I never really had a chance to digest that much,  still being a young and fairly stupid young lad, self-absorbed and full of beans.  Thought he was fairly safe offshore in a big Cruiser.  But it wasn't until almost fifty years later that the Old Self-Centered Doc discovered that Joe had actually done two tours on the most dangerous of duties.  Yeah, while Doc was still growing his first few hairs in the groinality  region, Joe was on the rivers of VIETNAM,  a Riverine!  (Holy Lieutenant Colonel Kilgore!)

This Quiet Man simply doesn't share war stories, never did.  Actually I am not sure WHO knew about this, but I sure the heck didn't.  And I have subsequently actually seen the patch:

And I have seen the Beret.

All these years I have been watching movies about Viet Nam, and for sure most of them are revisionist, and place our country and our men in the worst possible light for many reasons.  None of them good.  But since seeing "Apocalypse" years ago, I have always thought that of all the places to fight in that war, the rivers were the scariest and most dangerous.  Yet, never a word.  Typical of the time I reckon.  Brave Men doing brave things, while the hippies sat cross-legged on the sidewalk, never combing their hair, stinking up the sidewalk, and hugging their Viet Cong dolls.

     Now, as your favorite Doc was growing up, he was separated from family for many years.  College, Med School and the like.  But there was a family grapevine, and ne'er did the Young Doc hear a word of this.  As I grew older, I rarely saw this Navy Man, and when I did, the gals were always yapping about this or that, with Joe quietly reading a magazine or watching the TV during family gatherings.  I always admired this.  I always figured he had more important things on this mind.  Yucking it up with a cackling room full of gals used to be unmanly;  now it is le rigueur Metro-Guy training.

     The War ended for Joe, and the next  news this little kid heard was that he was headed with his family to the resort outpost of the steamy, tiny, gecko-filled island of Guam.  I never spoke with Joe much at that age, but I had grown up with his kids.  I was sad they were leaving, especially his oldest son.  We were like brothers.  I ran away from the house when they came by to say goodbye.  Didn't want them to see my tears.    I didn't see them off.   And I never did see Joe's son again.  Joe's son died on Guam.

     Grieving Man. He transferred to San Diego, and came back stateside to bury his boy.  When Joe and my sister came to our house for the first time since arriving,  I could not face them because I was crying.  I grieved at how much pain this must have caused this proud Man.  I heard voices when they arrived.  And Joe suddenly filled the doorway of my room.  Hadn't seen him for ages.  Larger than life,  smile in his eyes.  Looked right at me.  I wanted to stand to.  TEN HUT!

     He probably said something.  I don't recall him saying anything, however.  I stopped crying.  He sat for a minute next to me.  Silent.  Calm.  Composed.  Giant.  Masculine.  I don't know if he was in uniform or in civvies.  Just knew that at that moment time stood still for me -- frozen, to this day..... everything would.... be.... f-i-n-e.....  All right.  Move on.  Live in the now.  He gave a grieving kid solace; calm; assurance;  courage.  Bucked me up. .  Never said a word.  Looking back I know his big heart was grieving, yet to this day I have never seen him show any self-pity at all.  Dignified, powerful, leader, Man.  This kid was lucky to witness the steady comportment of a real Man under trying circumstances.  Big.  Like a dream.  Big Joe.

     The years went by and Joe finished his 20 in the Navy.  Chief Joe, USN.  Makes sense.  Chief of the Boat.  The guy responsible.  The guy the Seaman look up to.  John Wayne "In Harm's Way," but fo' reals.  So imposing was this Brute that Doc's little girl would cry at just the sight of him!

"Made a future Captain cry"

The Young Doc was busy starting on the road to become a Doc.  Lots of school.  Self absorbed.  Lost track.   Navy Joe went right on and became Officer Joe.  Twenty years and two combat tours in the Navy was not enough to fulfill his sense of patriotic duty.  Protector.  Warrior.  Some Men are born to paint masterpieces, and some are born to defend.  Duty.  Honor.  Country.  He joined the U.S. Border Patrol.  He was a tracker.  In the field.  Protecting the integrity of our borders.  The very definition of a Nation.

     I spent some time with Joe and my sister, during his early years with the Border Patrol.  Confirmed all my childhood impressions.  Big Man.  Substantial Man.  No stories of his past or danger or adventures, but he sure knew how to josh a young man like Pre-Doc.  Joe taught me how to laugh at myself, because according to him, there was a lot to laugh at.  He made fun of just about everyone in my family, and this young sprout LOVED IT!  Banter.  Hearty.  Just what a young man needs, and rarely, if ever, gets today.  Completely politically incorrect.  Splash one! Splash two!  Splash me!  I missed most of the next 20 years of Joe's service to his country, however.  He did his 20 as a Federal officer, and I am sure he has some hair-raising memories.  I never heard any of them at the time.

     Well, one thing leads to the next, and the next thing I know it is Joe's 50th wedding anniversary, same sister.

Joe is 70 years old by then.  Retired from the Border Patrol 13 years prior.  Forty years of front line protective service on behalf of his country.  I finally heard more about his years as Officer Joe at his 50th wedding anniversary,  than I had in the previous 50 years of my life.  A group of his fellow officers were among the full auditorium honoring this couple.  I listened carefully when they spoke of their old partner.  I had never seen this Man in the spotlight.  In fact, when asked to make a speech, he couldn't finish.  Bowed his head, and excused himself.  He was talking about his wife at the time.  All his hardships;  all the sacrifices;  all the danger;  all the Men, all the confusion of battle;  the losses;  all the tough things he has seen and done.....he had simply never learned to talk about himself, his exploits, especially in front a hundred gawking admirers!

     Old Joe.  Navy Joe.  Officer Joe.  So humbled at the sight of his large family and the numerous friends in the audience. so unaccustomed to the spotlight.  Handed his written words to his oldest daughter to finish reading.  All dignity.  Controlled.  Humble.  Mighty.  Nothing weak about this Man.  Doc and Doc's Oldest Son in the audience felt our own testicles grow a notch just watching his example.  As Always.  Nothing contrived about his inability to do something he had never wanted to do.  Calm.  Composed.  Giant.  Masculine.

     Soon, a few of his mates took the podium.  Fellows in Arms.  Took their turns at their Old Bud.  A roast of sorts.  Since the Old Doc had experienced such a paltry view of this Man's life events, I took careful notice not only of what they said but how they said it.  Respect.  Brothers.  Admiration.  Reverence.  His Border Patrol partner of 20 years spoke;  also a Viet Nam veteran.  He said that when Joe first came to the border station, "everyone knew about him, and Nam.....and they were kinda intimidated...."  Now, this Old Doc has always been a desk jockey, not a Warrior, but even a Dumbo like yours truly can read between the lines of these guys.  Old Joe, in a room full of  Men;  in a room full of Warriors, Defenders, Protectors;  in a Navy full of Men;  among the Border Patrol, full of Men -- Old Joe was a BAD ASS!  A Bad Ass among bad asses.  YIKES!

     Old Joe has gone out to pasture now.  So old he now farts dust.  I guess he feels it took forty years of frontline service to merit publicizing his opinions.  Hell, I didn't even know he could write, what with dragging his knuckles on the ground all his life.  Recently Old Doc's son, Capt. Doc (U.S. Army, two combat tours in Afghanistan), was frustrated about some developments in the war, and Veteran Joe wrote back.  His words:

"Following the news accounts about the events in the middle east these past few days, I keep hearing references to "the Muslim World".  Since when do we care what religion our enemies are?  Europe is predominately Catholic but during WWII no one ever heard that we were at war with the Catholic World.  In Japan we didn't fight Taoists and in Viet Nam we didn't fight Buddhists. We fought the Enemy.  No matter who our enemies have been in the past, we didn't try so hard to analyze their motives and consider their sensibilities.When Japan attacked Pearl Harbor we didn't try to figure out why they didn't like us, we tried to figure out how to kick their ass. What's so different about the Muslims? When a gang of armed thugs wages attacks on US soil (such as an embassy) their religion should be of no concern to us. Sending them to meet their Maker should be our only concern. I don't care if they're "upset" over a movie or the price of goat meat. As soon as they start to attack they are the enemy, no other identification or reason is needed. This is not court where one might try to introduce mitigating circumstances, this is war, where we should seek nothing less than the annihilation of the enemy. As soon as they raise a hand against the USA their standing with their God should be of major concern to them, not us.

Sepius Exertus, Semper Fidelis, Fraters Infinitas."

To the point.  Direct.  Authoritative.  A Man who has sacrificed dearly for his country.  I was thinking of this Old Battle Horse when I was reading Robert Heinlein, "Starship Troopers" some years ago.  Heinlein describes a world where only Combat Veterans are Citizens.  Only they can vote. After reading Joe's words, my jaw dropped.  Does this Old Salt have a ghost writer?  Better than Krauthammer, fo' sho'.

     Old Joe folded up his wheelchair and took the Old Doc on an Elk Hunt a couple years ago.  Biggest thrill of my life.  Old Joe loads his own ammo, quite expertly.  Can put quarter-sized groups to 100 yards.  Made quite a reputation for himself on the Law Enforcement Shooting circuit, handguns.  National Champ, always won.  No kidding.  Seventy-seven year old Joe was scrambling around at 9000 foot elevation, lugging around a muzzle-loading .50 cal canon like he was some mountain goat.   All of a sudden I hear a sonic boom,  and just about pee'd my long johns.   It was Joe securing enough Elk steak for a year.  And, luckily he had another pair of long johns I could use.

    

      

       After the hunt, a few of us were sitting by the fire spinning yarns.  One of the hunters was a Texan, and he had brought down a nice buck.  His older-than-dirt 77-year old father,  wearing the same hat Newt wore on Lonesome Dove,  had been shuffling around the camp. too old to hunt.  His name was Javelina.  They called him Javelina because, you guessed it, he killed many a Javelina in his day.  He was yackin' away as Texans are wont to do, and started bragging about how well he got around for an Old Buzzard.  He turned to Joe, all ready to start joshing the "younger" Man about, "don't you wish you look this good when you're 77?"  He turned to Old Joe with a mischievous grin and asked, "How old are you Joe?"  Wthout changing expression Joe deadpanned, "Seventy Seven."  That Old Texan was speechless, probably for the first time in years.  Nearly fell off his chair.

     This Old BattleHorse is busier than most twenty-year olds.  Married to the same gal for over 60 years.    He doesn't play video games, and his only tat is a fading Anchor on his arm, common for Old Salts in his day.  He paints and does calligraphy, Japanese-style.  Lovely, and delicate pieces.  Regularly wins first prize at the State Fairs.  He is always taking this course or that at the local City College.  He learned to carve Metal Art, actually made a beautiful Stallion that decorates Doc and Mrs. Doc's living room fireplace.  He is an accomplished photographer, and dotes over a Mircat-looking dog named Princess.  Hell, in the Navy he used to even sew custom uniforms for his shipmates on the high seas to make extra money,   He has so much spare testosterone that he is fearless about showing his feminine side.

     In fact last year, at age 78, he won a First Place medal for the 65-and-over age group in the grueling, punishing Spartan Run in San Diego.  Check out the web site;  you will be impressed.  An obstacle course that leaves many a 20 and 30 year old gassed and out of the competition.  Yeah, the Old Barnacle passed a lot of them up on the way to the victory stand.   While standing for the award presentation, the official asked him how old he was.  When he told him, this official 'bout fell off the podium.  I mean, check out the tree trunks hanging off the Old Chief's shoulders.  Yikes!

     This Old Doc fancies himself  a sort of Old Dog too -- been around the block a few times myself.  But I was a bit mystified when Mel Gibson used the phrase "Warrior Poet" when honoring the Men who followed William Wallace into battle.  Once again, this Old Chief is instructive.  To Old Men and to Young Men.  I think this quote is a response to  la raza; parasitical fleas that  were giving him some shit.   His words:

"Mexico Gives Nothing, Takes Much

'Why do you betray your people?', someone recently asked me. Just because we are of the same color does not make us a common people. 

Since the day I was born, I have been an American. Who I am, what I have, and what I have done with my life, I owe it all to this country I call home: America.

Mexico has never been there for its people, and even less for an American like me. 

Mexico has never protected me from any foreign or domestic enemies. It has never taken care of me in times of need; it has never paid my hospital bills, never given me a job, has never given me an education and has not allowed me to collect welfare. It has not even given me a mere meal.

But Mexico has given to me the burden of supporting its people, and has made me tolerate its drug dealers, its human traffickers and criminals. We have had to endure many violations committed on us. We have had our national security violated by all who come here illegally; we have also seen murders, rapes, assault, theft and many more crimes committed. Some will say they don't do any of those crimes, that they are a good, honest hard working people. Coming here illegally is not a good way to immigrate; it is not an honest way. While many do not commit any federal crimes, they do take from us, by leaching off of our welfare system, overcrowding our hospitals, and depleting our school system of money that belongs to our children while not paying a cent into the American system.

Since the signing of SB1070, many civil rights leaders and liberals have come out and criticized the new law. If people want civil rights, where's the concern for the civil rights of all those who have been violated by some of the people coming over illegally? What about the civil rights of the murdered rancher in southern Arizona, and the endless list of victims who have been murdered, raped, assaulted, had their identity or their car stolen, or numerous other crimes?

America has become a prosperous nation and has been the envy of the world. And when a foreign government starts demanding that we treat its people with dignity and civility, we first must hold that government accountable to the same accord for its own people. For with civility we have treated the Mexican people, and have received hatred in return. For decades we have looked the other way while a tyrannical government has raped and pillaged its people, a people who with good intentions had fled their homeland to seek a better life here. They are a people who gradually have forgotten what the American dream is all about, and how to acquire it with dignity and respect.

Mexico has very different values than those that I have. If you think that all Mexican-Americans should hold allegiance to Mexico, it is like saying that all German-Americans should still have allegiance to Hitler's Nazi Germany.

So, a common color does not make us a common people.

Joe Cordova was born in Bisbee Az. Served in the U. S. Navy for 20 yrs. and the U.S. Border Patrol for 20yrs has never asked for anything for himself or his family."

     He was born into an immigrant family.  Different culture, different language.  "With a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence,"  Joe threw all in and "pledged his Life, his Fortune, and his Sacred Honor" to this America, this greatest hope of all mankind.  He was born into the Navy to keep the Seas safe from bad guys, assholes and pirates.  He was born into the Border Patrol to preserve our Righteous Laws, and our Divinely inspired way of life.  He was born into a life as The American Man.  Manly Man.  Manhood.  Helped a crying kid grow up.  Big.  Like a Dream.  Big Joe.    Helped protect his Men in battle, on the line.  Helped a Nation become even mightier.  His family is proud.  The Old Doc is proud.  His Brothers are proud.  Proud of this Old Chief.  This Old Joe.  This American Man.  This American Joe......  Happy Birthday you  Old Cuss................Doc

The American Gelding Pot

"You say you'll change the constitution 
Well  you know
We all want to change your head
You tell me it's the institution
Well, you know
You better free you mind instead
But if you go carrying pictures of chairman Mao
You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow..."

"Revolution"

 The Beatles

     Who ordered the castration of the American Man?  Well Pards, if you can wrap your mind around this, it has been happening to you in earnest for over 50 years.  Yeah pal, ya got snookered by misdirect, fallout, collateral damage, and outright lies.  We thought we were being "open-minded" and wham!, from baritone to tenor.  Now bro's, its in the water supply.

     You ever wonder just why we geld male animals?  Why ever would we want to reduce the testosterone supply of Old Yeller?  Testosterone leads to territory control, pissing at every fire hydrant, fighting,  and humping your guest's leg.  Cut off the balls, stop the testosterone, stop the leg humping.  That's right Boyz, you got it.  It is snip, clip and put a bow on him.  Docile and sweet.

     Yesiree mates, we are here going to explain to youz all the ABC's of how you are gelded into  timidity, disguised as understanding;  to French-style surrender, disguised as "50/50 relationships;  and cowardice, disguised as sensitivity.  The "water supply"  in this case fellas is our modern testosterone-neutralizing culture.  Many historical forces have forged it.  The Old Doc will cut through the haze of battle and tell it to you simply and truthfully.  Man to Man.  Mano a Mano, Mano.

     Actually, it all happens now on cruise control.   You're sprayed  carwash-style as you waddle your way down the cattle shute of boyhood and come out the other end confused, but fat, sassy and tamed all right.  Unlike with poor snipped Snippy, however, the male Human still has a chance, still has the capacity to run full speed to the top of the hill to snort, stamp his hoof, and toss his mane until a pretty mare comes a'callin'.  You see dudes, the animal lives only by instinct, so when you cut of his balls, new ball game (pun intended), no choice, no free will.  You bro' have experienced a CULTURAL castration, and as will any Homo Sapien you use your mental powers to  overcome instinct in order to change behavior.  Happens that way, well, since  the Creation.  You let Eve talk you into a bite.....Yup.  You, YOURSELF, are cooperating in the systematic disassembly of our American boys into The Vienna Choir Boys.    Like the valiant French did in 1940, you hear the Germans boots marching along the Champs Elysee, and to hell with defending the homeland.  Throw the rifles down, do a 180 and run the hundred in 10 seconds flat!  YOU accept and act out the prescribed American Gelding Pot!

     First, let me explain the forces that have put the bullseye on your junk.  We start with something you have never experienced boyz;  and that is some real history.  Karl Marx was a German philosopher who in the 1800's put forward a philosophical playbook that turned envy, disunity, and victimhood into opportunities for bocu bennies.  Imagine, now an organized way to channel your resentments!  Whether Karlitos was sincere or not, subsequently some really sweet folks loved his ideas, and morphed them into some really neat trends such as social strife, dictatorships, gulags, re-education camps and groovy wars that butchered MILLIONS and MILLIONS of innocents.  The Old Doc calls them the Huggables -- Lenin, Stalin, Mao, Castro, Che -- the Marx Brothers!

     In addition to outright torture and death, these demonic but cuddly Marxists,  left an indelible imprint on anyone with a gripe.    Actually their most important contribution to Humankind.   They legitimized  the transformation of envy into a raison d'être to take away the possessions and rights of the coveted target group.  Yeah, if poor folks want your stuff, they can take it and they now have the guns and laws to enforce it, along with the ideological cover of course.   What does this have to do with America -- Land of the Free and Home of the Brave-- and yo' junk?  Well fellas, the beauty of Marxism is that it can be like a chameleon changing names and colors once good folks catch on to its original deceit and cruelty.  Names like communism, socialism are a bit harsh, so in America  the Marxists, with the aid of those ever so "useful idiots" as Lenin used to call them (see Greenpeace),  instigated and fueled movements such as Progressivism, Liberalism, Populism,  and the Democratic Party.  Gentler words, more subtly, but effectively taking away yo' shit.

     Despite the name changing, my friends,  always underlying is the idea that if we can deceive the offended group and convince them that they are downtrodden, and we can gin up enough anger to sustain a movement, then we can achieve not the equality and justice embodied in the slogans, but actual rule by diktat.  Marxists seek power,  and their "useful idiots"  simply KNOW that they know more than you, and that if you obey their wisdom, everything will be OK.  You know, they have the Power, they have the privileges,  and you foot the bill.  Happens every time.

Advised President Bill Clinton during the Monica Lewinksy scandal, while himself having an adulterous affair.
   
The Democratic Party today uses rallying cries like Racism, Chauvinism, Sexism to gain votes, spawning whole new Marxist branchlets.  Civil Rights, Unionism, Gay Activism, Environmentalism and Feminism have made a wonderful coalition to bring home the bacon.  And the funny thing is, folks, and this is the real laugher -- the beauty of the "isms" is that the very folks deemed oppressed,  the very downtrodden that the smart schemers and their useful wackos seek to save, are eventually the very folks that end up suffering the most from the efforts.  Here's a Jeopardy quiz for you, category "Last 100 Years of History."  Answer, Creates Starving Masses.  Question, what is Communism?  That is CORRECT!   Whoa, wadddid I win?  Your prize, my friend is eternal misery........

      The truth  my friends....yes, the truth will set you free.  Go right down the line laddies, and see for yourself, and stop letting the placards, the slogans, and liars such as Brian "Stolen Honor"  Williams of NBC News provide you with your information.  The Civil Rights Movement, Illegal Immigration Pimps, Unions, Gay Rights,  and Women's Rights have left their purported clients worse off than ever.  The average Black person has lost badly since the Civil Rights Act of 1964;  the average illegal alien lives in a world of  drug cartels and shadowy slavery;  Unions reduce employment by destroying the companies that feed them;  and sexual politics have ruined the teamwork needed between Men and women to raise healthy, productive families.   Marxism sounded good to the cafe philosophers, but who were the real winners?  Yeah, dictators like Lenin, Stalin, Mao and their ilk;  Al Sharpton and his ilk;  Greenpeace and their ilk; Xena the Warrior Princess and her ilk.  They keep convincing you that "more is needed."  Yeah, tell that to the Gulag graduates......Which brings me, back to  your testicles, ma bruthas.

     Why this lesson on history and male anatomy?  Because Men, your testicles are now the very eye of the storm for the final epic conflict:    The dismantling of America,  the last and greatest hope for mankind.  Yikes!   You must realize that America was the very first departure from Kings, Royalty and peasantry -- ever.  The first time that the little guy every really had his chance.  The first time in history that a Man could own land, a gun,  start a family, care for his wife, and raise his kids with the freedom to achieve their hearts and ability's desire.  And since 1784 millions of American families have thrived and meshed together as a beacon of hope to all the rest of humanity.  And my friends, it has been families with a father, a mother, Christian faith and American work ethic that have created the country and the ideal of America.  The Devil really be hatin' dis shit.

     We put an American flag on the moon;  we build dozens of super carriers that bring stability to a world of crooks;  we produce the U.S. Marine that defines courage in Fallujah, and we literally rebuild entire countries destroyed by wars, famine and totalitarianism.  The bad guys around the  world know that in order to weaken America, and therefore advance their power and wealth, they need to destroy its foundation;  and America's beating heart is  THE AMERICAN FAMILY.   Drug cartels, organized crime, Radical Islam, Russia, China, N. Korea and all those countries honest enough to play Communism and Dictatorship, are lurking in the wings, waiting for Free America to falter.  And my bro's, Xena cannot stop them.  But you can....you always have.......

Evil has always and will always factor into the human equation, and evil forces are hard at work, and playing to win -- and the balance is hanging, literally, by the thin cord of your testes.  Hang 'em low Boyz!

     Destroy the American Man, and the last thread of hope for the strong American Family is gone.  Notice how even now,  the Speech Monitors are calling "family" just about anything and everything that DOESN'T include a strong man, a father.  Your car dealer is a "family";  Heather's two mommy's are a "family";  and a gal, her chihuahua, and her tattooist are a "family."  Any combination and permutation EXCEPT, a Christian Manly Man, woman, and children.  That combination is actually HARMFUL if you believe TV shows that constantly drive home the point that religion and family structure are oh, so oppressive and restrictive.  "Friends" anyone?

     And notice too how our enemies are hunting bear with a bow on horseback,

 while our "men" are, well.....

          Your earliest images are now of Daddy changing your di-pee;  making Mommy dinner after himself working 12 hours;  and washing the dishes while Mommy watches TV.  Daddy is so obedient, he acts like Hop Sing from the old Bonanza series, so attentive is he to Mommy's every beckon call.  Too bad he can't make breastmilk.

     OK, so what transforms the young boy caterpillar into a Metro butterfly?  Well, you start school, and whoa!, no Men teachers to be found!  Yup, all gals (or "guys").  Immediately your little nuts are in a vise, what with no more recess play, no more "bullying",  gender propaganda and Ritalin now dispensed to you in hamster feeders.   Heck, you fellas are being grain-fed and bred to sit quietly and smoke dope, "grow" gender-neutral, and play video games;  all the while little Chinese boys are feeding little dogs to tigers and working on their Katas  to prepare them to rule the world someday.

   
     You reach adolescence, a young Edward Schissorhands, reeling from Girl Power and Pathos!  You are becoming sensitive, gentle and a "team player."  The ambitious few of you Lads become Cheerleaders, Drama Club presidents, and poster boys for Banana Republic, yeah, pouty, lips, skinny jeans, moody expression (ugh!).  Even those boys who make it to adolescence with some gumption are now forced to play Little League with girls!  Bunch of Madison Bumgarner's coming out of that league, fo' sho'.

All the while, you guessed it, Little Wang Chou in China is becoming Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.  Do you not also see that the Anti-Bully movement is just another way to girlify our boys and let the Chinese win?   The REAL bully hits  your boy in the mouth, and your boy gets suspended from school if he hits back, and "finishes it" like you and  our old time Fathers used to teach!  Talk about castration......

     By the time this teenage boy staggers into his 20's, he has been so mothered, neutered, and girl-ified, that it becomes a fait accompli that he will not be entering BUDS anytime soon, believe me.  He learns to hide in college dorms, at Starbucks, or in Mommy's basement.  He wanders in and out of Heather's  life, her pants, and her apartment, working the chow line skillfully since he's never even dreamed of gainful employ, supporting his woman, or raising children.  And he NEVER thinks about God and country....well, that is unless he is raised in areas where folks still stubbornly cling to their guns and their Bible......

     “I’ve lived the literal meaning of the “land of the free” and “home of the brave.” It’s not corny for me. I feel it in my heart. I feel it in my chest. Even at a ball game, when someone talks during the anthem or doesn’t take off his hat, it pisses me off. I’m not one to be quiet about it, either.” 
― Chris Kyle, American Sniper: Memorial Edition

     All grown up, you young Men are facing an even more professional anti-Testosterone gauntlet.  Hollywood, the News Media, Talk Shows, and Politicians all join forces to make any Manly behavior seem actually criminal.  Remember when Dubya had the balls, er, I mean nerve to actually threaten the men of Peace and Religion that obeyed Allah and killed 3000 Americans who had committed offense against the Holy Land by showing up for work, September 11, 2001?  From the rubble he said with a bullhorn, ".....and the people who knocked these buildings down will hear us real soon...."  ....."Dead or Alive."  Man, you'd of thought he said that we should behead all Unbelievers, or something!  This Christian Man, this U.S. President was so bullied for eight years that the country simply had to subsequently elect a genderless President.  Twice.

     You Boyz face the same type of ridicule from the gals, and the gal-approved "guys."  If you stand up to her, you are abusive.  If she is screeching, out-of-control and you grab her arm to steady her, you have committed a hate crime.  If she decides to leave you, she gets all the stuff and the kids, and you get to beg to even see your OWN KIDS.  If you drink a beer with the fellas, you are abandoning your children.  If you smoke a cigar, you are Right Wing, and nasty.  If you load your own ammo, you are Skin-Head Militia.  If you vote Republican, you are in bed with the murderous Big Pharma, Big Oil, and Big Defense.  These legal businesses are daily shown by Hollywood to be secretive, murderous cutthroats that despoil the environment and hate Indians.... and are run by Men.    If you hunt deer, you've got PETA and Enviro Wackos like Greenpeace to contend with.  Heck, if you even wear your cap with the bill pointing forward, you are labeled a Hater and a Nazis, and a serial killer.   Even those seed-eating Vegans hate  you if you eat an egg for Heaven's sake!

     It is no wonder The American Man has become a Wuss.  Even our top Military Brass have been gelded.  Fourteen American soldiers were killed and 33 wounded INSIDE an American Military base at Fort Hood in Texas by a gentle and devout Muslim with  Al-Queda on his speed dial, and General Castrati declared that this was a "workplace grievance."  ........ Mommy, please hug me............!!!!!
And why the heck are our SOLDIERS UNARMED INSIDE A MILITARY BASE?  During a global war?  A WORLD War in which our homeland has already been hit?  Multiple times? AAAAUUURRGGGGH!!!!!

     World Wide Radical Islam loudly proclaims its fundamental goal is to kill Americans, and this Old Doc, for one, believes them.  Ol' Adolf said the same thing in "Mein Kampf" back in the day.  He was not kidding.  Khrushchev said in the 1950's, "....We will bury you!"  And he meant it.  So when the Mullahs in Iran vow to obliterate our friend, Israel, I take them at their word.  Our Girly Leader's response?  "Well, for one, Israel is not THAT good a friend, and OMG!, if we just let them build their Mosque on Ground Zero they'll be our BFF.  LOL!"  Yeah fellas, don't be such Haters....

     OK, ok me buckaroos, you surely tire of the Old Doc's endless harangue.  I really do not intend to "prove" anything to you.  The subject is deep, voluminous.  The proof is there with only a tad of effort on your part.  My intention is to sound the alarm.  "One if by land, two if by sea!" kinda stuff.  For your little boy?  The children? ......Hello?

"Sometimes it is not enough to do our best;  Sometimes we have to do what is required"
                                                              --Sir Winston Churchill

The stakes my Brothers, have never been higher.  There is more to lose here than zero "likes" on Facebook.  More than ever America needs y'all to dig deep and find the Manhood of your Forefathers.  Like General Washington when he had to winter in Valley Forge with only 2,000 barefoot and starving nearly frozen men in 1777-8;  like Old Hickory when everything rested on him and his loyal men at the Battle of New Orleans;  like Admiral Nimitz when he went after the Japanese Navy with only three carriers, and the West Coast of the U.S. at risk;  and like Colonel William Travis whose final letter bears reading in its entirety:

Commandancy of the The Alamo

Bejar, Feby. 24th. 1836

To the People of Texas & All Americans in the World—

Fellow Citizens & compatriots—

     I am besieged, by a thousand or more of the Mexicans under Santa Anna — I have sustained a continual Bombardment & cannonade for 24 hours & have not lost a man — The enemy has demanded a surrender at discretion, otherwise, the garrison are to be put to the sword, if the fort is taken — I have answered the demand with a cannon shot, & our flag still waves proudly from the walls — I shall never surrender or retreat.  Then, I call on you in the name of Liberty, of patriotism & everything dear to the American character, to come to our aid, with all dispatch — The enemy is receiving reinforcements daily & will no doubt increase to three or four thousand in four or five days.  If this call is neglected, I am determined to sustain myself as long as possible & die like a soldier who never forgets what is due to his own honor & that of his country — Victory or Death.

William Barrett Travis.

Lt.  Col. comdt.

P. S.  The Lord is on our side — When the enemy appeared in sight we had not three bushels of corn — We have since found in deserted houses 80 or 90 bushels and got into the walls 20 or 30 head of Beeves.

Travis

    
      Think, fellas.  Harken back to a time when your ancestors were weened with The Good Book.  When boys became Men with Duty, Honor, God and Country embedded in their very hearts and souls.  When to die for the Righteous Cause was not the worse that could happen to a Man.  It was noble.  Go back to a time when the leadership of your father was awe inspiring and worth remembering.    Take your own little boy and read him a bedtime story.  Read to him about a hero named Chief Chris Kyle, USN:

“I am a strong Christian. Not a perfect one—not close. But I strongly believe in God, Jesus, and the Bible. When I die, God is going to hold me accountable for everything I’ve done on earth. He may hold me back until last and run everybody else through the line, because it will take so long to go over all my sins. “Mr. Kyle, let’s go into the backroom. . . .” Honestly, I don’t know what will really happen on Judgment Day. But what I lean toward is that you know all of your sins, and God knows them all, and shame comes over you at the reality that He knows. I believe the fact that I’ve accepted Jesus as my savior will be my salvation. But in that backroom or whatever it is when God confronts me with my sins, I do not believe any of the kills I had during the war will be among them. Everyone I shot was evil. I had good cause on every shot. They all deserved to die.” 
― Chris Kyle, American Sniper

     Take it from an Old Doc.  Why would I lie to you?  I do not need your vote, nor your money.  And this Old Codger does not need your approval;   I simply want to help you grow a pair.......Doc