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I have spent a lifetime surrounded primarily by women.
And over and over again, women have tried to beat it out of me. Probably the same is true for other men. To beat what out? That thing. That me-ness. It has always been too: scary, irresponsible, independent, stubborn, decisive, assertive, distant, reserved, stoic, adventurous, etc.
The answer is no.
No, I will not let it be beaten out of me. Not by family, not by friends, not by a long line of significant others. I am who I am and I do what I do. I would not allow myself to be killed off at 20, nor at 30, and now not at 40.
We are not women, women. We are men. I won’t apologize for it, and I won’t change. Ours is to do, and to do what is right. Not what is happy, not what is convivial, not what is cooperative, not what is safe, not what is convenient, not any of these things.
We are not here to play the game of “everyone wins and no one loses,” and we are not here to play the game of “let’s just have lemonade.”
To do, and to do what is right, come what may. That’s it. That’s all. And if we have to lose a thousand times, until the day we die, that’s what we’ll do. Because it’s better to be a loser than to surrender to a world in which everyone and everything—no matter the value, low or high, good or evil—is declared a winner.
All things—thoughts, people, plans, actions, circumstances, ideologies, times—are not created equal. We are here to fight the good fight. Until the end.
So—no. Not changing.
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Three cheers for:
No, I don’t sound like a liberal. I don’t sound like a conservative either. The fact is that these values have disappeared entirely from the Western canon. It’s time to fight for them again, to bring them back. As a species, we have lost half our birthright.