This is something I
think about (unfortunately) on a daily basis. I write about it a lot, too.
But the other day, I
found a very good reason. Right here.
While some men and women fight for our
civilization, other pockets of persons are putting men in pantyhose. I think
that’s a problem. It’s the push to make men eunuchs, to chip away entirely at
real men and masculinity. The push is to make them redundant or to force them to cower,
and celebrate their new societal role as turkey baster filler for the
reproductively creative.
Here is another aspect
of the same problem. It’s not as glaringly obvious as marketing panty hose to
men, but it’s definitely chipping away at our freedom. This is the gradual
nationalization of everything in our society, including our bodies, and the
transfer of individual responsibilities and liberties to amorphous, under-qualified,
under-sensitive bureaucrats, under-smart people who are otherwise known as “government”.
When people surrender
their brains, their families and their bodies, they cannot be completely surprised
when astoundingly disgraceful and shameful decisions are made, on their behalf
(or “for the children”). On the scale of civilizational progress, where would
you rank this? How does that decision sound to you? How much
bureaucratic brain power must it require to realize that making a mother travel
for tortuous hours to her brain cancer treatment, and refusing to make
her possibly soon-to-end life easier, is the right thing to do? I guess more
brain power than can be mustered in the various local councils of Great
Britain.
The question is: how do you want to be
ruled?
Do you wish to live with crumbs of freedom
dished out by government-or as writers like Mark Steyn demand-with power
distributed TO government by the people in microscopic increments, with
measured suspicion and strenuous checks and balances on a performance basis?
How do we want to
live?
Do we enjoy living
freely, voluntarily taking care of those more vulnerable, or being mandated to
do so by government fiat? Do we want to live
as civilized people, with a constant sense of awe and wonder of the precious
fragility of human life, or like barbarians.
Will we defer to the
men who are worried about what size panty hose they should fit into, or aim to
aspire to greatness, and to defer to the once celebrated class of men-the
fighting man, the protector of society and family who sits down at a desk one
day and writes this. Which men do you
want on your side? The kind who wrote this letter and got an axe through his
brain, and still won’t complain, or the one worried about a run in his
mantyhose?
The West is screwed
because that question has to be asked. But it starts with more subtle affronts
and exquisitely supine deference to extraordinary,
stealth challenges.
The United Kingdom
used to be filled with warriors. Is it still?
It used to be filled
with me and women whose backbone and convictions mirrored one of my new heroes.
I urge you to buy his book or take it
out from the library. It’s the incredible story of Denis Avey, The Man Who Broke Into Auschwitz. Yes, that’s right-he broke INTO Auschwitz. It
is one of the most moving books I have read recently and it’s a quick read, but
you will never forget it.
I salute you Denis
Avey. You are a truly righteous man.
I salute all those fighting civilizational
challenges through their words, their acts, their jokes and through their
lawsuits and losses.
I now stand with
you-in public-on your side, with admiration, on your team-in honour-for life.
