There is a liberal jihad against all things many consider to be classically American. They’ve attacked our rights, our laws and our way of life. However, now they’re attacking something so much more personal that they may have finally crossed the line: masculinity.

“Hard times create strong men. Strong men create good times. Good times create weak men. And, weak men create hard times.”

It’s a quote from a book by G. Michael Hopf, and while the books are fiction, the quote is not.

If you look back over our history, you’ll see the cycle play out over and over again — and unfortunately, we’re at the end of one of these cycles as some very weak men are about to create some really hard times.

Now, let’s start off with some simple facts…

I’m a man. I was born in the early 1970’s, grew up in the 1980’s and grew into manhood in the 1990’s.

Now, that doesn’t make me an “old man” by any means…

But I’m starting to understand what my father and grandfather meant when they used to say, “I just don’t understand your generation,” because when it comes to the world and the decisions that are being made, I just don’t understand it…

And I’m not half as macho as my forefathers were.

Being a man, there are things that are sacred…

And one of those things is how we react and treat other males.

The liberals say we act to tough or rough with each other. That we don’t treat each other with sensitivity. They think we should treat each other like we’re bundles of feelings, whose fragility can be exposed with the right word or the wrong tone.

To those liberals I say, you’re damned right we treat each other rough.

Here’s a little secret that some people don’t know — men are barely fully formed entities, we’re a little lower on the evolutionary scale. You want to get a good look at how guys treat each other? Go to the zoo and observe the apes. Watch them and you get a glimpse into how men should treat each other.

We don’t ask each other about our “feelings,” because feelings don’t get things done. If anything, feelings get in the way of progress, so the deeper down we can suppress those emotions the better.

If we like each other, we bust each other’s chops. That’s just science. We talk to our best buds like we hate them, and we enter a cone of silence when we’re around our enemies.

We’re rough with each other? Yes, we are. We roughhouse with each other or our kids. We try to toughen them or each other up. Why? Because the world can be a rough place — better to be prepared for it than to take your first steps into the real world as soft as cookie dough.

If our boy children fall down and skin a knee, we don’t coddle them. We tell them to get up and dust off — or better yet — rub some dirt on it. Why? Because the world will knock you on your ass once in a while, and there will come a time when you need to have the fortitude to get up on your own.

Liberals want all of this to go away…

They want us to be more delicate with each other. They don’t want us to bust chops or roughhouse or tease — they want us to cuddle and talk about each other’s feelings.

This isn’t an exaggeration or a joke…

Male cuddling groups are starting to pop up in an attempt to battle “toxic masculinity” — you can’t make this stuff up.

Here’s an excerpt from one of these groups’ event pages:

The holder will embrace the man around the chest and, in time, may be asked for additional forms of affection such as hand holding, hair or beard stroking, back rubbing, hand massages, etc. This holding style makes way for group cuddling which may include spooning, just lounging on each other or forming a “cuddle train.”

Yeah … right.

Hugging is reserved for family, kids and women.

This isn’t a fear of intimacy thing…

It’s a survival thing. If we, as a species, want to survive — we must have the ability to tap MORE into that primal side that gets things done…

Not suppress it.

You can keep your cuddle and therapy groups. I’ll keep my feelings where they belong — buried DEEP inside…

Just the way God intended it.

 

“When men meet foes in fight, better is stout heart than sharp sword.” – Volsunga, Viking Proverb