Well yes, how should a Manly Man comport himself in this confused cultural soup? Who is setting the rules? What are the rules? Whatever is a modern Man to think? Who is the modern Man to believe? To follow? To emulate? To admire?....I hear you Boyz, I feel a headache coming on myself.....
In times past, a boy had a much easier time in America. His father's Manhood was fully endorsed by his mother. He was raised in the Scriptures, and basically tried to be worthy of General Washington, or Dan'l Boone, or Andy Jackson, or U.S. Grant, Charles Lindberg, or General Patton. And very often, his very own Pop. The confusing part of growing to Manhood today, is that the cards all come up secular, in the school, on TV, in the movies, and on the college campus. Mothers subvert and ridicule the father. Scriptures are for bygone days. Gary Cooper movies.
And take the role models of today.....PLEASE, take them. With the American boy today infused with a steady stream from iTunes, Facebook, YouTube, Twitter and Hulu, he is facing a choice among such heroes as Fifty-Cents, Bill Clinton, Ben Affleck, Ricky Martin, Matt Damon, and.....Michael Douglas?!?
Listen Pard, why not try these size-Tens on for a test drive? Yes sir, the Ten Commandments......Been around a long time. Nice guideposts for an ever-wandering young Man. Ancient truths. Tried and true. Allowed Christian countries to rule the earth. Common sense. A reasonable alternative to the modern Millennial broth of made-up, 7-11, tattoo, anything-goes morality, ay Fellas? In the long run, these will get you farther than Rand Paul will, fo' sho'. And you can forgo the men's lingerie, even.
Let me zero in on three of them in order to try and illustrate how important and useful the Ten Commandments can really be in Realville.
"Honor thy father and thy mother."
"Thou shalt not steal"
"Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's goods"
There are, of course, many examples of infractions of these three God-given laws. Let us zero in on one teeny-tiny faux pas that keeps tripping up Men today. Sort 'uv illustrates the Old Doc's meaning, so to speak. Yeah, just for gags, let's throw this one up against the wall and see what sticks. Sure, sure, something small. Doesn't really hurt anyone. Not like murder. I mean, won't get you thrown out of Heaven, right mates?......Let's see....'um......well.....like.....GOT IT! How 'bout let's discuss living with a gal BEFORE you marry her.........'gulp.'
Yeah, that reflex swallow, and drying mouth is your dear Old Doc becoming physiologically stressed with this topic. I can see your horse eye now; that indignant glare, the rolling of the eyes, the averting glances with that knowing look that "yeah, you know how the Old Geezer is." Hell, everybody does it.....Does what? Oh, you mean, shack up; hook up; go to the next level; make a commitment; go to the next step? Euphemisms all for the more precise -- sharing a private bed with a gal in order to have free carnal knowledge of her, all the while playing "house" without any of those pesky, old-fashioned, legal, moral, and honorable contracts with both the gal and her family? And your own family too, now that I think of it......yeah, no biggie....I mean, who gets hurt? You have the very best intentions, right? Honest Injun', right? Cross my heart and hope to die, right? Scout's honor, right?
Before we delve into who are the injured parties, let's examine what violations you have committed my young Male Gonads. If she is over 18, American jurisprudence is OK with this. Rand Paul doesn't mind. All your friends high-five your "commitment." Hollywood glorifies and institutionalizes your good fortune. And besides, now you get your meals cooked, your skivvies washed, and some free nooky with one fell-swoop! Word.......or is it?....The Word, I mean.
No fellas. Sorry to break it too you, but shacking up is WRONG. If you did it; if you think it; if you are OK with it, YOU ARE WRONG. Your pretend-house, your private sexual release, and your dishonorable rationalizations are simply more blather being spoon-fed into your brain so that your promiscuity dominates your existence. So much easier this way to rob you of your honor, your integrity, yea your Manhood if instead of the Heavenly, you are obsessed only with your pecker. Who is trying to rob this of you? And why? I have tried to provide you with a framework to answer the "how come?" in previous essays, but allow me to summarize: The greatest experiment in Marxism took place in the Soviet Union. (A brilliant new way to exploit the masses I might add). Upon gaining predominance, the Bolsheviks purged Russia of religion, family values, the sanctity of marriage, and monogamy. You bet, even encouraged pornography. Marxism, Leninism, Sovietism, Socialism, and American Liberalism have all been exported to free-America and have sought to obliterate the exact same moral institutions here on free, family-oriented, Christian soil. Much easier to deceive "the people" this way; much more compliant population; much easier for the elite to rule without the messiness of strong family ties, and Men and women both bound together by God's mandates. After all, Stalin, Mao, Che, Obama and Hiliary are ever so much more capable of directing your life, what you eat, what you drive, who you like, who you vilify....than you are, ay Mate?
So, where does it say you cannot "move-in" together? Well, in a least three of the Ten Commandments of God. Right there, on the Stone tablets. You "go to the next level" by helping to unpack Susie's panties, you are certainly NOT honoring thy father and thy mother, neither yours nor hers. That's One. And Two, thou truly art stealing. You are stealing her honor, her dignity, and in some cases her virginity. The fact that she is willing, and that she is totally ignorant of true morality because of the success of cultural Feminism, is no recommendation for you to abandon your own road to Manhood. This is where a Man stands up for the girl he loves (or presumably loves); as well as her parents, and YOUR parents for crying out loud!
And Three, remember, you were supposed to not covet thy neighbors goods. Yeah, sorry Fellas. Susie is someone else's UNTIL YOU MARRY BEFORE GOD, BEFORE HER FATHER AND HER FAMILY. She is someone else's daughter; someone else's sister. And even though she's done the whole varsity football team and has a tramp-stamp, taking advantage of a deceived, ignorant, badly mis-informed modern gal is nevertheless dis-HONOR-able; dis-GRACE-ful; un-CHRIST-ian; and un-MAN-ly. You so coveted her that you dis-honor-ed all of the parents; you steal her away from her family, her morality. And all because you covet her back rubs, her stir-fry, her sharing your rent, and of course, her warm, bare crotch on those cold winter nights. Real hero you are........
So you are so hip, so modern, ay Bro'? Yeah, your Baby Boomer parents even play-act like all this is just great! Parents of the un-married getting together, everybody acting like there is something moral, something real going on. Howda' your parents refer to her when chatting with her parents anyway: "My son's spouse? Live in? Sugar-schack in? Consort? Whore? Sure, sure, they've got the dog, the cat, and the shared hair-dryers...and everything! The Shack-ups showing up for Christmas morning; for the Old Warrior's 80th birthday party; and for a Thanksgiving dinner. Sometimes the Shack-ups even lend an opinion on family matters, as if they have even a shred of legitimacy with which to even opine. The Shack-ups even get miffed if they are not treated with due deference, "as a couple", of course. The beat goes on. The babies inevitably are born. The tats spread like herpes. And everyone is ever so happy in this make-believe La-La Land.
Just one problem with this nirvana Lads. I will not herein speak for Susie, but I will speak to you, and of you, my intrepid Dude. You have no anchor when you "live" together. You have got all the perks of concubinage with none of the "ball and chain" responsibilities of marriage (and glory, I might add). You can leave at any time, and your sub-conscience knows it. There it is...... She stops being your soul-mate. And besides, Heather's fragrant tail and unbelievable rack is starting to affect you. Susie is always nagging about this or that, but Heather? She "understands me", and what a wildcat under the sheets! You know this because you have had an "open" relationship with Susie. I mean, "we live together, we're NOT MARRIED" after all. You know you can bed down any heifer you please with impunity, and certainly without giving up 50 percent of everything you own! No 50-50 here Boyz -- its 100% you, and a sexually transmitted disease for her. Big Man. Pecker works....... No honor though.
So, for whatever reason, you split up. Didn't work out. "We needed to move on." Get on with our lives. Yeah......the kids start calling the new live-in "poppa", everybody gets new tats, you get a newer, firmer, less nagging Main Squeeze. Your visits to your Sperm-babies get less and less frequent, your endless supply of sperm creates a new baby with Heather, you make her parent's Secret Santa rotation for Christmas, and everything is cool again. Just a brief burp-fart between live-ins, no biggy. But now your parents met her parents and played pretend in-laws for nothing. Absolutely nothing! Well, except for the Grand-sperm-babies, the Grand-doggies, and lots of pics of all the new tattoos. Yeah, the pretend-in-laws are left with a lot of faux "family" stories, pretend family stories, and lots of , ahem, excuses as to the whereabouts of the Sperm donor. Not to mention skirting around the whorish residual that they used to refer to as "our little girl." That's right Pal -- you have succeeded in turning their little Susie into a prostitute that gives it up for free....plus help with the rent, a free cook, and clean chonies.
So, a little while ago you were wondering "just who does shacking-up hurt anyway?" Puleeeeze Brudda! Who is hurt? WHO ISN'T HURT!!! The little Spermies who spend the rest of their lives with the revolving Daddies. The gals you have helped to now achieve prostitute status. The family you have forced to make up ever changing names for your carnal sins. Your mamma and pop who have to bear this shame forever. And her mamma and pop who regret not protesting about your sorry ass in the first place. You enjoyed her pink panties; the rest of them are left mopping up your semen. Forevermore.
But the most significant casualty of your casualness is....drumroll......YOUR Manhood.....Yup, integrity, honor, character, reputation -- all take a grievous hit. You fess up to yourself, make amends, and as Nat King Cole used to sing, "straighten up and fly right", and yes, you can recover with time. But if you continue to pretend that this was simply a right of passage, "everybody does it" -- yeah, "it was consensual" -- you become a Dude, a Guy, a Puto.....for all time. You despoil the gal; the Spermites; the Family; and your country. You add nothing grand to the fabric of America, and believe this Boyz: The Maker of Man will not approve.....ever.....do not doubt me on this. Manhood Lost.
THAT is why, ma Bruthas, her parents would be wise to treat you like shit nearly every second they are around you until you ask them for her hand; they see the ring on her finger; they get a firm date; and they hear your sorry ass say, "I do." Oh sure, her parents can be polite to her "date", maybe even her "steady boyfriend." But until he says "I do" he has ZERO status with her family; he is NOT part of planning for family events; and he certainly does NOT make the Secret Santa list. There is no status for some guy who just wants to get into their precious little girl's bloomers! You are an interloper; a predator; a bum. Default.
It is YOU that needs to prove to them that you, in fact, are even worthy of the sweat off her Daddy's balls. This is your quest. This is a matter of YOUR honor. Obeying His Commandments is the true foundation of your Manhood. Obeying the Master of All Things brings to you personal honor. You acting honorably enhances the dignity and honor of your new gal. Boosting her dignity, brings honor to her mamma and her Pop. Acting with honor brings joy, gratitude and honor to your own mamma and Pop. Wow! What a concept! Purty good deal, I'd say.
See how easy that is? With all that cultural mayhem and flotsam in the way, I repeat, whatever is a young Millennial Male to do? Well this Old Fossil just gave you AN answer. But let the Old Doc give you some timeless advice. One, never take a stock tip from your cab driver; and two, ALWAYS bet on God, His wonders to perform. Yup, that's right, The Ten Commandments. THE rules. THE way.
Go ahead Fellas, play pretend all your lives. Pretend that Feminism is your ticket to easy snatch. No fuss, no muss. She wants it, after all. She has no problem with multiple Sperm donors. But let us communicate, Man to Man, for a second, shall we Friends? This Old Doc, this medical professional of over 30 years has herein peppered you with vulgar, salty locker room descriptive phrases....Hey it works for all your closest advisers, doesn't it? Your buds; the "cool" older Fellas that ingratiate themselves with you by talking hip, slick and cool; the Hollywood stars that have "street" cred in showering each sentence with biological acts and anatomical body parts......So forgive the vulgarity my sensitive Pals, but that too begets an important point. Behaving in a manner that disregards the Ten Commandments is the ticket to molding a vulgar, crass, dishonorable, tragic, ruinous, selfish, self-centered, petty life, that will be easily disgarded and forgotten.
Fellas, resist the powerful forces that are eroding daily the imperative of traditional Manhood. Hitch your wagon to Him that created the first Man. In your imperfect but sincere efforts, building your life within His Ten Commands is the right prescription for honor, truth, family, joy, and yes Pal, Eternal Life. In our last essay we spoke of Integrity as a pathway to honor. The Commandments guide you into a lifetime of integrity. Keep you from blowing away by the vagaries of every wind. Keep you from making trivial and frivolous life-decisions. Keep you from dishonoring their Little Girl. And keep you from voting for Rand Paul..........Doc
Post Script:
By the way ma Bruthas, if you have already messed this up in your own life, just remember it is never too late to right a grievous wrong. Because you break a Commandment, or several, is not reason to avoid the subject with your progeny. You gotta break the downward spiral, or else it will just be magnified with each generation. St. Paul always said that he was "the biggest Sinner of them all......."
