Today is Independence Day, the day we celebrate the birth of our nation. I’d had another post planned for today, but bumped it because, well, I didn’t realize that Wednesday was July 4th. It’s an important day for any true-blooded American. It needs to be addressed.
Thinking about Independence Day, I couldn’t help but think about so many of those who fought to break free of the oppression they saw coming from the British Crown. Men who stood against aggression from not just hostile natives but a malevolent government.
There’s a lot to respect there.
Now, let me get started by saying that if you start with the whole “they stole land from those natives” crap and decide to bash those men, don’t expect your comments to see the light of day. While that’s a topic that gets debated regularly, I’m not interested in debating it here. Understood?
Recently, a friend of mine recounted the story of someone who preached loyalty to a given group, only to fail to reciprocate it when it was needed. This friend needed help. Not a lot, but an errand that would take about an hour or so, and no money on their part, but nope. Nothing. This despite years of “be loyal” lectures.
I shouldn’t have to feel obligated to say this, but loyalty needs to be a two-way street.
Instead, what often happens is that an individual–the one preaching the need for loyalty to a family, employer, team, or whatever–is really simply expecting someone to be loyal to them. They often don’t really plan on returning that loyalty. Continue reading “Loyalty Is A Two-Way Street”
First, I’d like to apologize for this being a little late. Yesterday afternoon, my town was slammed by yet another nasty storm. This one had a particularly deadly tornado attached to it. Then, this morning, we lost power, possibly related to the storm, and we just got it back not all that long ago.
Now, while the storm was bad, it didn’t take power or cable out for a good bit yesterday, and I got to at least experience a bit of joy after the bad.
I am, of course, referring to the NFC Championship game where my beloved Atlanta Falcons stomped the Green Bay Packers.
For us, it was a banner day, but I was particularly struck by the sheer manhood displayed by Falcons wide receiver Julio Jones.
A couple of days ago, I wrote a post about resurrecting honor. Unlike most posts here, this one took off and blew up thanks to a link from Instapundit. It also spawned some interesting discussions on Facebook. Since that first post was never intended to be all encompassing–it’s not a subject you can write about in a thousand words and call it done–it may be worth a second look at honor based on those discussions.
You see, several people argued that honor is intimately tied to the idea of duty. They have a point.
Honor is, in part, based on how one performs his duty. It doesn’t matter what that duty is, what matters is how you perform it. The janitor who takes care in cleaning the building has infinitely more honor than the CEO who just uses his job for the perks while he’s running the company into the ground. Continue reading “Honor and Duty”
Once upon a time, honor mattered. It was universal and vital for men to maintain their honor. People were actually killed in an effort to defend it…though it’s not all bad. Some killed by men defending their honor got hit musicals made about them, so there was an upside apparently.
Today, honor is just one of those things people don’t think much about. A handful of people still do, but society as a whole seem to think of honor as a quaint relic of a bygone era.
Once people stopped holding their honor as sacred, the world began a nasty descent into what it has become today. Men and women both view relationships, even marriage, as temporary arrangements and get married only for tax benefits or to be on one another’s insurance, nothing more. So-called “protestors” initiate violence regularly. Alleged leaders defend a would-be killer and excoriate the police officer who ended the threat.
The idea of who is and isn’t a man may well be one of the greatest challenges facing the males of the human species. These days, real men can be anything. A real man supposedly cries at kitten videos and is a kind, gentle soul who wouldn’t hurt a fly or something.
Oddly enough, traditionally masculine activities are often portrayed as being the purview of guys who aren’t real men but want to pretend. Hunting, shooting, fighting, etc are all constantly being described as the playground of either those trying to overcompensate for something or as having some kind of homoerotic subtext that no one actually involved in the activity can sense.