“Hard times create strong men. Strong men create good times. Good times create weak men. And, weak men create hard times.”
As I get older and or course more experienced in worldly shit, I have found that there are two separate types of people in this world. The Can do’s and the Cant’s. That being stated there are two separate types of people walking on the planet.
1. The, I’ll either find a way or Make a way.
Or
2. Find an Excuse or make an Excuse.
Note to self: in my world Excuses are like Assholes. Everybody’s got one and they all Stink.
The Poor me, Poor me model of life Has never sat in my craw too well. It’s like being force fed a shovel full of shit. No matter how much water your drink, you still have a Nasty Aftertaste that just don’t go away.
It reminds me of a poem: Wild things By, D.H. Lawrence “I have never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself. A little bird will fall dead, frozen from a bough, without ever having felt sorry for itself. “
In my opinion, It would seem that in the last two generations of men (and in this day and age I use that term lightly) in the United States, Hell! the world have become more politically correct, resulting in the pussification of America. And reduced the new generation to Pansyfied scared children unwilling and unable to stand and fight. They don’t say what they mean and or very rarely mean what they say. We’ve lost something. American’s in general have become fat, lazy, stupid and lack the capability to take care themselves or others.
This is from decades of instant gratification, and immediate access to whatever our little hearts have desired. We have rolled through the hard times on the backs of harder men.
Men from back in the day. As the old Navy saying goes “Men were made of steel and the ships were made of wood.” The current generation or last couple of generations have Surfed the wave of Easy times with out having to pay the pipers for playing at the party.
We have lost our Producers, inventors, and engineers. Exported everything to china so we can buy cheap shit that has a limited time warranty and lowered the physical & mental standards of our offspring to make life easier for them. But we have gained nothing in return. with the exception that we have Empowered the Losers’ just to make them feel better and embraced the mantra of everybody gets a prize.
We have dumbed down everything, baby proofed our households, we don’t play in the mud, we lost our imagination, wiped everything with Clorox and God forbid you take a drink from a garden hose or ride a bicycle without a helmet. Lord only knows how you will survive.
The passing of the torch of knowledge is basically nonexistent. And when I say. knowledge, I mean basic common sense, basic survival knowledge, basic housekeeping has been tossed to the four winds. The fine art of economics, how to balance a damn checkbook, how to start a fire, change a tire, check your oil, plant a garden, read a map, sew on a button, hunt, fish, catch, kill, clean, and cook wild or domesticated game, hunting. Ancient knowledge and the old ways of basic and I mean very basic survival.
Camping in the woods, fire starting, and knot tying were not only the first merit badges you received as a Boy Scout, they were also a rite of passage.
This loss of knowledge is Not necessarily because we as parents, Guardians whatever have not in most cases tried to pass the torch of common sense/courtesy/knowledge. But because our progeny does not want the education.
They are too busy holding down the couch in Fort living room, mostly due to the fact that we have allowed it to happen. Secondly it is my assumption they have the belief that particular piece of furniture is filled with helium and if they leave it, not only with they lose their comfortable seating but the couch will float away.
If the task does not have anything to do with the updating self-perpetuation of the perpetration of a fraud on the IG, Oogle, Moogle, Snapchat or what ever other social app that is out there and of course add to the fact, If it’s not instantly achieved, they avoid it like the plague. It’s considered work.
In this current day and age, we have become dependent upon things. We carry around computing devices that have the capability of launching spaceships to the moon and other planets in our solar system, yet we use them for two things stupid cat Videos and porn.
We have lost the human element of society, basic verbal communication, the fine art of the introduction, empathy, human touch and achievement from hard work in our lives.
Our inner caveman, pirate, Viking, explorer, the one that was embraced by our forefathers that craved for battle, yearned for exploration of new and unseen lands , experiences and adventures in life, is or has starved to death. More then likely it just died from boredom. We choked that motherfucker out with the mundane of daily existence.
What I Find amusing about the new age generation is that they, or a very, Very large percentage of them are all liars. They perpetrate a socially acceptable fraud which is the representation or the presentation of themselves to their hundreds or in some cases thousands of Facebook/IG/Twitter followers whom apparently believe they are actually whom or what is being presented.
WRONG!
In actuality, all the Keyboard Commando’s, InstaGram Models, Scurry like roaches when Mommy comes homes and the lights come on. When the Curtain drops and the caked up Make up washes away the actual Shell of the individual looks nothing like the Poster that was sent to the masses. You wouldn’t even recognize them in a store standing beside you.
One of the most important things that has gone to the wayside is Courtesy and I mean common courtesy.
Do you want to start fixing the problem? We should bring some of that shit back. The yes ma’am, no sir, how are you doing, please and thank you’s, that no longer exists.
Yet we wonder why our children are running amok. The lunatics are running the asylum.
It would seem that we as parents of the last two generations have been absentee landlords, apparently we have fostered the poor me attitude. And Like a boil on the ass of humanity it’s about to erupt and get messy.
This is because of the hide in your room and play video games little johnny / Suzie or whatever. You don’t really have to try because everybody gets a prize anyway model.
We have embraced the “I don’t actually have to study because if I just show up to class ill pass.“ Now go to college and get that liberal arts degree in applied sciences, underwater basket weaving or Greco roman macramé and wonder why you can’t get that big $125,000 dollar a year CEO job you were promised all your life?
Its literally because you’re an idiot. A window licking, Crayon chewing, short bus riding Idiot. The shit is crashing down all around you and you have come to the tragic realization that No one actually cares. The world is a Vampire sweet cheeks, and its feeding time at the Zoo. And You are busy arguing about which one of the 112 different genders you should identify with. And I’m over here scratching my head and asking what the fuck?
In my mind the answer is fairly simple, not to mention scientifically proven beyond a shadow of a doubt. You only get two options. You’re either biologically a male or your biologically a female.
Solution: If you’re still confused next time you run to the bathroom, if you have to squat to Pee, most likely you’re a female. Conversely, if all you have to do is unzip your fly, pull down your shorts and whip out your wang all two and a half inches of dandling death you’re probably genetically a male.
See it wasn’t that hard situations handled, no need to go through the bull shit facial expression, resting Bitch Face Body language to figure out your feelings. Or check what phase the moons in, nor any of that other crap that codifies this belief system. But this is the kind of fecal matter that is promoted in the learning centers and colleges of the States today, and as you can tell we have done ourselves a great disservice.
My Personal opinion: I don’t care if you smoke dope, jump rope, or Blow the Pope that’s all your business. But when you start telling me I have to figure out if you identify as a rhinoceros or an attack helicopter prior to having a conversation with you, and add to the fact that some Dumb ass numb nuts politician wants to enforce legislation stating that I could be charged with a legal criminal act because I didn’t do good on your silly ass guessing game, that’s an issue.
Time to as they Say COWBOY UP! But, it would seem that I have digressed. I would like to talk about a more positive event. One that was uplifting, exhilarating, and just made me smile to see one of the old guard, of the hard men, the can-do attitude, the I’ll find a way or I’ll make a way,
(Opus Facimus Stericor) Is still alive and well.
As the story goes, we Had a friend of ours come over and was helping us do some stuff around the house. Just for clarification, this particular gentleman “Casey” is devoid of one of his upper extremities. He was born without it. But as you will soon find out that is not stopped him from doing anything. One of the chores around the house was to pressure wash the sidewalks in preparation for repainting, I talked to a couple other people about the job at hand. ( No Pun intended) it would seem they passed on the job due to it being… well what most people would actually call work. But my buddy Casey jumped at the opportunity. As an amputee myself, I took this opportunity to fuck with him.
Q: sarcastically, I ask him do you need a hand?
A: Nope! I need some little PVC pipe over there, a piece of rope, some duct tape a little bit of that glue, and a curtain hook.
In front of my eyes this mother Fucker fashioned a makeshift MacGyver style prosthetic arm hooked into the pressure washer, cranked that son of a bitch up, the machine came to life and he began working like it owed him money. That one-armed bandit in true Capt. Hook style started pushing that pressure washer left, right, four, and aft. Cleaning everything that looked like sidewalk, stonework and walkways.
For some reason, That moment made me Proud as hell. Then the confusion set in. I was appalled and enthralled in the same moment. I looked around at some of the other people that were standing there, (The Younger crowd ) the very same people whom just moments before said they couldn’t do that job “because it was too hard” were standing there watching one armed man outworked their lazy asses.
As I turned around and looked at them I said “you’ll are some sorry mother Fucker’s. Week human beings. You should be ashamed of yourself and just laughed as I walked away.
I’m sure you can tell by this point of the ranting were this generation in my general perception of life, hair care products, and navel lint sits in the grand scheme of things.
I would like to say that I’m Praying for Hard times to come, just to sort out the wheat from the Chaff. Maybe nothing really big, like a soft apocalypse just to slap the shit out of the general moronic public and realign the stars. If it was something more detrimental and catastrophic, I seriously doubt our survivability as a Nation guided and occupied by Such individuals.
All we can do now is sit back, Relax and enjoy the shit show. As the saying goes “it is what it is, and will be what it will be.”
As I stated in my first book. (Letters from the sandbox)
“You know its Gonna Suck. The secret is being comfortable in the suck.”
