Hang Right Politics

Posted by Big Mo on October 3rd, 2007 in Random, Personal Responsibility, Judiciary, Our Heroes

I have absolutely no respect for the Democratic clowns in Washington today. Zilch. Zero. They offend me as a man, because they think that verbally crapping all over the mission in Iraq, with some calling the soldiers murderers or comparing them to Nazi stormtroopers, and most of them telling our boys and girls in the field that they’ve failed is somehow “supporting” the troops. I am offended by many liberal men, who think that manhood is defined by being rude, crude, obnoxious, lying, etc., typified by the “don’t taze me bro!” idiot who busted the John Kerry event last month.

Like Rush Limbaugh, I’ve absolutely had it with the left.

Some time ago, lib actor Ed Harris cursed profanely at a Democratic rally that a “real man” doesn’t restrict a woman’s “right” to “chose.” “That’s not a real man, g*ddammit!” Harris screamed. He was talking about Bush, of course.

I beg to differ. A lot of liberals today no longer know what it means to be a real man, because through such post-modern concepts as moral relativism (“you have your truth and I have mine”), multiculturalism and continual embracing of 1960s and 1970s-style rejection of Biblically-based standards, the idea of manhood has been twisted and perverted beyond recognition in America. We now have a shadow of a man, where the “ideal” on the left is a Bill Clintonesque caricature whose most famous statement embodies the left of today: “It depends on what the meaning of the word ‘is,’ is.”

With no set standards, except that the right and Bible-believeing Christians are wrong/evil/bad/etc., and no mores or real values except that which they make up themselves, it’s no wonder that manhood as “defined” by the left really can’t be logically or coherantly defined.

Is it any wonder that military men are despised by the hard left? Is it any wonder that those who love country (and the simplicity of country music) are despised by the left? Is it any wonder that the left hates Reagan and hates Bush? Most liberals can’t stand men who believe in God and the Lord’s high standards of right and wrong and hold themselves to high standards—witness how lefties dance with glee when a pastor stumbles and falls. “Hypocrite!” they cry, failing to understand at all.

So, here are some refreshing real men.

One. I love how Rush Limbaugh hasn’t taken the Democratic smear against him lying down. Media Matters, the lying Clinton organization—she has admitted that it’s a Clinton-founded group—is behind the slimy smear. When your character is impugned by such scum, you fight back, especially (or, only) when the truth is on your side.

And Limbaugh has the absolute truth on his side.

Two. Associate Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas released his autobiography on Monday. My Grandfather’s Son tells Thomas’ tale from his early youth through the high-tech lynching of hi confirmation battle.

Justice Thomas is one of the greatest Americans ever, not because he’s a black conservative whi sticks it to the race hustlers or this or that, but because he’s a man who was raised to BE A MAN. And he’s not some whiney liberal metrosexual, either, but a real man who serves others with a humble heart, a strong back and a bended knee.

One of the keys to Thomas’ success in life was not, as liberals complain and whine, affirmative action, but the work ethic that his grandfather instilled in him. Thomas told Limbaugh in an 1½-hour interview on Monday (a record for Limbaugh) that his grandfather:

“…had high expectations. One of the things he said, Rush, when we went to live with him, he said, “Boys, I will never tell you to do as I say. I will always tell you to do as I do.” So in order to be able to use that as his method of raising us, he put high standards and high expectations on himself first; and then we, by extension, had high expectations imposed on us.”

Indeed!

My Grandfather’s Son is definitely on the reading list, and I’ll eventually do a full review on it—perhaps as part of the idea discussed below in Kathy’s post on visiting a big box bookstore.

By the way, the whole Media(liars) Matters-manufactured smear against Limbaugh ticks me off not because of the hit against Rush—he can take care of himself—but because it overshadowed his poignant and enlightening interview with Justice Thomas. You can find it here, but who knows who long this link will remain active on the free side of Rush’s site.

Three. I’m finishing up my report on President Ulysses S. Grant, a report that will certainly surprise the heck out of a lot of people. Famed cartoonist Thomas Nast—the man who created the donkey and the elephant to represent the Democratic and Republican parties—said that Grant “wrote as he talked, simple, unadorned, manly. He was the most complete and masculine person I ever knew, and his book [his Memoirs] is the most complete book I have ever read.”

I heartily agree—having never met the man in person, of course.

Grant never ordered someone to do anything he wasn’t willing to do—or hadn’t done—himself. Grant and Thomas are men alike: Real men lead by example, not by bossing around.

Four. I recently learned something of my dad’s father, a man who died long before I was born. I previously thought he had been in the Navy in the First World War. Close; he was a Marine—a Marine sniper. Never saw overseas duty, though; after earning his position, for some reason unknown to us he was assigned to courts martial duty on the east coast and was discharged shortly after the armistice.

Only a little over 72,000 men served in the entire Corps during that war—out of almost 240,000 applicants—so being a Marine in 1917-18 (and a sniper!) was a significant achievement.

I just wonder: had he been sent to France, would he have fought at Chateau-Thierry or Belleau Wood? How different would so many lives have been had he been sent to France—and died there—instead of staying stateside?

Perhaps it’s best not to dwell on that.

Five. With new thoughts of my long-since dead grandfather in mind, I struck up a conversation with an elderly gentleman last Sunday on a bus to a diabetes fundrasing walk who had USMC on his shirt. He proudly told me of his service in the Marines, and was a little embarrased when I thanked him for his service. He also said he has grandsons in the service who have completed multiple tours in Iraq and Afghanistan (if I’m remembering correctly).

He was mad about three things:

1. Although he didn’t support the decision to go into Iraq, once the decision was made, he got behind the mission. He thinks all of these people crapping on the mission—and the men and women tasked to carry out the mission—are scum. Well, that’s my characterization of his words, which were much politer. Different generation, remember.
2. The sense of duty to country no longer exists as it did in his generation. Back then, if your country was at war, you went. You didn’t wait for the president to call and you didn’t take to the streets to badmouth the president or the troops or the mission.
3. He believes all federal funding should be withdrawn from San Francisco because of that city’s repeated lousy official and unofficial treatment of the military: banning military recruiters from schools, kicking out the ROTC, whining about Fleet Week, moaning over the Blue Angels, denying final portage to the old battleship USS Iowa, and the final insult to the old Marine, denying the Marines permission to film a recruiting commercial on the streets of San Francisco (just last month).

I heartily agree.

Of course, should the bad guys attack San Francisco, you know they’ll be whining the loudest about why the military didn’t protect them.

Six. My other grandfather was a man I grew up with and loved and respected totally. There was a waste of skin of a next-door-neighbor who called grandpa a “pansy” because grandma made him smoke his cigars outside, but grandpa always ignored the jerk.

I have fond memories of that man, who would threaten to put his size 11 shoe where the sun didn’t shine if we didn’t straighten up. None of us (my bro, cousins and me) ever called his bluff, because we didn’t think it was a bluff!

But mostly, grandpa led a life of dedicated service to family, community and country (US Army in Africa, Sicily, Italy, France and Germany). My fondest memory of him is him sitting on the back patio enjoying the four B’s: beer, barbecue, Cardinals baseball and Jack Buck on the radio.

(Funny thing: my wife’s grandpa enjoyed the four B’s too! I wonder how many other grandpas around St. Louis did the same thing.)

Bonus. The manliest man of them all was/is, of course, the Word made flesh, Jesus Christ, the very embodiment of what it means to be a man. Here’s some of what the greatest apostle, Paul, has to say about a real man: “Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her… And you, fathers, do not provoke your children to wrath, but bring them up in the training and admonition of the Lord.” (Ephesians 5, 6)