...and a note from your mom saying that you can be out this late.
Well, I can play the harmonica but nobody seems to recognize the tunes, (including me). I used to play the French horn but alas, I lost my lips in the war to a Vichy carrier pigeon...
OK, Time to get back to work here....Ahem....
What I am is an anachronism; a throwback to a time when men were men & a man's word was his bond.
As Todd Robinson wrote in -White Squall-
"...Because there's something else out there. It beckons in the wind & sings in the shrouds...Voices...Whispering...They're voices of men...Calling...Men you don't even know. Men you can't even imagine. It's a seed, a wish, that part of you & I that aches to be alive, that was banished by everything we've ever been taught or told. It's a part of us that can only be found on mountain tops and deserts, in the deepest caverns, smoking battle fields &... across oceans.... This is exactly the kind of man you want around when the sh!t hits the fan."
To borrow from Lt.Col. David Grossman quoting an old war dog; "...I’m a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf.” Or, as a sign in one California law enforcement agency put it, “We intimidate those who intimidate others.”
"If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen: a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence & no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath--a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, & a deep love for your fellow citizens? Then you are a sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the heroes' path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, & walk out unscathed." To those who haven't been down this road, these are just meaningless words. Many of us know that they aren't but empty words and we wear with honor the scars of our professions.
BLEAH! c)º;} Why do so many women these days get so tatted that they like MS-13 gang members? WTH!?
In my world, "quality women" would be those who subscribe to old-fashioned values in public, where men are men & women are women & it's easy to tell the difference. So I'm "old-fashioned", but I'm really tired seeing people who self-mutilate... No, I don't think they're "cute", "sexy", or "art". "Art" is a fat kid I went to school with or what you put on your walls. "Sexy" comes from within, not from self-mutilation. If you have one, it is a mistake & we all make mistakes. If you're thinking of doing more, you're likely a slave to fashion &/or indulging a fetish. By same I know that you're a follower, not a leader; likely a weak personality. It would also indicate that you lack long-term vision & a survival instinct & likely would need babysitting. Chances are that if you are indulging in that fetish we're probably not going to get along. Everybody makes mistakes, but we're supposed to avoid encore performances. Your argument isn't with me. Its with God. Read Leviticus.
Many folks have a need to define themselves by "things" & attention-getting behaviors, good or bad. They're like rudderless ships fearing the next storm, lacking the presence to just "be" without constantly seeking approval & attention from others to ratify their existence. Those of us who have lived a solid life have had our mettle tested & metal tempered by the flames of years of standing in the fire; the real thing. We have nothing to prove to anybody nor is the approval of others really important. Our history speaks for us. Take it or leave it.
On "fetishes", I'm not a "Harley Man". That's a term for amorphous people defining nothing other than "one who owns an overpriced noisemaker for image purposes". I've seen some pretty disgusting stuff on those junkers. "Harleys" are a 2-wheeled version of the loudmouthed kid in the back of the classroom in jr. high; the attention whore who never shut up until he flunked out after doing the 9th grade 'til he hit 18. Nowadays he just annoys people with loud pipes instead of a loud mouth. I won't be defined by an overpriced "look at ME!" noisemaker. I find it more expeditious to "walk softly and carry a big stick", to borrow from Roosevelt. And to the members of the other species out there, with all due respect, if the perpetual 9th grader is what you're looking for,its a target-rich environment (elsewhere). Enjoy!
And speaking of "noise toys", remember when society had a code of honor & the masses expected to be subject the the vices of the few? By "code" I mean your internal yardstick for tracking how you measure up to a standard that is accepted by those whose values made this a great nation, not just those who contemporaneously surround you. Believe it or not, it is OK to NOT follow the crowd. This is to say, although society is definitely coarsening we each have the option of doing so, or not, along with them, don't we? I opt for the "not".
Once, to be an American gentleman meant that one was brave, loyal & true. When one was in the wrong, one owned up & took one's punishment like a man. One didn't take advantage of women or the disabled, but defended them from those who would. A gentleman wasn't rude or rowdy & didn't expect others to put up with his anti-social behaviors. He was gracious in victory & a good sport in defeat, vowing to try harder next time. We were strong, quiet & resolute. Our handshake was more binding than any legal document. When the ship went down, one put the women and children into the lifeboats & waved goodbye with a bold smile as the band played on. There was a time that when called to arms, the American man "stood-to" with a disregard for self & the overriding image of the greater good above "what's-in-it-for-me?"; we ran TO the guns & TO the fires, not away from them while expecting unnamed "others" to protect us while we cowered like frightened children. It was a chosen ethos. For some of us it still is. To others; the offensive, crass & self-serving, they are jokes. Mostly, the code of the gentleman has been beaten down, just as the parallel code of the lady has collapsed. Make no mistake though, real men still boldly live by these rules. There is also still stealth virtue going around--but many who do so are embarrassed to say what they are doing. I have spent a chunk of my adult life as one of those "others" who went to battle as the rest of you "evacuated" (read: "ran"). In summation, the knights in shining armor still exist. You just can't hear us over the noise of the orgy of self-indulgence.
...to those of you who think all guys are "commit-o-phobics", that isn't true. A guy just has to know how to deal with the "c" word. I will toss out the wisdom of the mythical General Jack D. Ripper from Dr. Strangelove: ...Women uh... women sense my power and they seek the life essence. I, uh... I do not a
Conversation Starters (i.e. what you'd like to do on a first date...)
I love long walks on the beach, cuddling by a fire, pedicures, a day at the spa, romantic candlelit dinners; a lovely movie like "chocolat" to entertain us. We'd spend all our dates laughing 'til we pee'd ourselves as everybody "loves to laugh"...(are you actually BUYING any of this???)
Well first I'd park the pizza car & lose the blue & red shirt. I'd have you meet me someplace & I'd get there early so I could see what you look like when you got out of your car to walk in since I'm a guy (meaning: "superficial"), I'd sneak away if you didn't meet my criteria & leave you sitting there since I double-book all my dates. If you were "hawt" I'd leave the other chick waiting & I'd follow you in and recite to you word-for-word all that your profile said you're looking for, tell you I'm looking for a one-on-one forever & marriage. I'd get drunk on buttwiper beer, grope you in public & try to swab your tonsils with my tongue. Of course I'd expect to go back to your place after the first meeting because that's what guys DO! Before I left your place I'd dig through your underwear drawer to find some to give (or wear) to future online dates. Oh....and I'd kick your cat while you weren't looking.
And....BTW, if your profile contains any version(s) of the words "b!tch", "beotch", "Princess", "queen", "expensive", "worth it" or "spoiled" or any other such terms for self-serving, predatory, shrill & demanding, egocentric but sadly, still socially acceptable female behavior, thanks for the heads-up. I'm gone.
I just found something that should be included in the TOS for this place:
Pee-ess: If you're a foam-flecked gliberal/progressive/moderate/demoncrap/socialist/Marxist/Leninist/"moderate"/Obamaniac/raving lunatic (but I repeat myself...) please save us both some time and don't write. I won't buy your garbage no matter how it is packaged. There's just something about the intentionally clueless that is off-putting in spite of appearances and/or assets.
Pee-ess-ess: Why do mature women post pictures of themselves with some hot young chick? Is it some sort of 2-for-1 sale? And foot pics? Never heard a guy friend say "I love her because her toenails are painted"
And lastly, if somebody takes the time to write, if you have the manners at least equal to those of a warthog, at least write "thanks for writing but no thanks". That is called "polite". Your manners, not anything that I say, define you.
TAKE 6:22 and enrich your life.
IF you don't enjoy this:
1.) you're writing to the wrong guy, and;
2.) I'll e-mail you 6 minutes & 22 seconds of your life back