by Mac Mcmann
The purpose here is both complex and simple, like life itself. The simple part is this: to be a voice for a dying point of view. It is a voice that is not politically correct, a voice whose very owner has somehow willingly given it away.
There used to be this voice, in the world, strong, authoritative, and clear. It was occasionally short sighted, and even sometimes wrong. Yet it stood for something, it was a compass to guide you through the woods, it was a rudder in stormy seas, and then starting around 1970 or so the hacking away at this voice began. Like many social movements, what was once necessary, like emancipation, continued to grow uncontested until it became nonsense like affirmative action.
What I am talking about, is the male opinion, the male way of doing things, the male way of thought. The male point of view, men don't possess it anymore. It is now passé, it is now wrong, doltish, simplistic, your father's Oldsmobile. It is the era of smoking jackets, letterman's sweaters and crew cuts, of Mrs. Olson's coffee, Calgon, and the GTO. At best it is quaint, at worst a suffocating relic like the hangman's noose. It is the cause of the trouble on the planet, and the cure for none of it.
Yet it is time it was resurrected, like the Cadillac it will be honed, sharpened, and needed. It can allow society to breathe a collective sigh of relief, like the sight of a tow truck when you are stranded.
The thing about male thought was it thought about responsibility first, responsibility to his ideals, which were family, company and country. His thought was to creating anew, exploring anew, providing anew. He was the carrier of these torches, and all these concepts he represented, and he was earnest. Now men and therefore society drift aimlessly. Like a leaf any wind can blow us, we look for a consensus, we look for correctness, and we look for confirmation. Pronouncements are made by committee.
The male way of thought often means standing alone with one's point of view. Strongly braving the verbal arrows, the isolation, the ridicule to stand for what was once right in the world. That strain of thinking that led to mining for gold in the Yukon, crossing the Oregon Trail, sailing to the New World, starting Fox. These things were not done by consensus, they were not done by the feminine touch, and they were done with cojones. As was working at the mill to feed the family, taking up arms against King George, and defeating Hitler. Listen up men; it is time to re-discover them. You need them, the world needs them.
The purpose here is both complex and simple, like life itself. The simple part is this: to be a voice for a dying point of view. It is a voice that is not politically correct, a voice whose very owner has somehow willingly given it away.
There used to be this voice, in the world, strong, authoritative, and clear. It was occasionally short sighted, and even sometimes wrong. Yet it stood for something, it was a compass to guide you through the woods, it was a rudder in stormy seas, and then starting around 1970 or so the hacking away at this voice began. Like many social movements, what was once necessary, like emancipation, continued to grow uncontested until it became nonsense like affirmative action.
What I am talking about, is the male opinion, the male way of doing things, the male way of thought. The male point of view, men don't possess it anymore. It is now passé, it is now wrong, doltish, simplistic, your father's Oldsmobile. It is the era of smoking jackets, letterman's sweaters and crew cuts, of Mrs. Olson's coffee, Calgon, and the GTO. At best it is quaint, at worst a suffocating relic like the hangman's noose. It is the cause of the trouble on the planet, and the cure for none of it.
Yet it is time it was resurrected, like the Cadillac it will be honed, sharpened, and needed. It can allow society to breathe a collective sigh of relief, like the sight of a tow truck when you are stranded.
The thing about male thought was it thought about responsibility first, responsibility to his ideals, which were family, company and country. His thought was to creating anew, exploring anew, providing anew. He was the carrier of these torches, and all these concepts he represented, and he was earnest. Now men and therefore society drift aimlessly. Like a leaf any wind can blow us, we look for a consensus, we look for correctness, and we look for confirmation. Pronouncements are made by committee.
The male way of thought often means standing alone with one's point of view. Strongly braving the verbal arrows, the isolation, the ridicule to stand for what was once right in the world. That strain of thinking that led to mining for gold in the Yukon, crossing the Oregon Trail, sailing to the New World, starting Fox. These things were not done by consensus, they were not done by the feminine touch, and they were done with cojones. As was working at the mill to feed the family, taking up arms against King George, and defeating Hitler. Listen up men; it is time to re-discover them. You need them, the world needs them.
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