We grew up with chores and expectations, callused hands before 3rd grade. Manners were a must, and dinner was at 1730 every night....and you had better be there, or you went without. Church on Sunday, pot roast for Sunday dinner. Life was simple, hard, rewarding, and good. Basic rules...work hard, be respectful, don't be late for dinner, be home when the street lights came on, and thank your God and Country. We are American Men...God, Family, and Honor mean something to us.
We were known back then as the "heart of America", the farmers and ranchers, the "good ol country folks".....Middle America. Lemon aide stands, county fairs, and Fourth of July....that is what we lived for as children of the Fly Over States. As we got older and left home, many of us swore to give back to our country through military service and protect our freedoms that built our childhood memories. Some of us died, some of us lived...non of us regretted any second of it. We are American Men, regret is not a word we use much.
Families of our own, careers and businesses, kid raising, and life. Some got a little softer around the edges / waistline, but the spine is still forged in American blood and iron, rooted in the Constitution. However, we have listened to years of culture manipulation....fly over, rural America, preppers, tea party, deplorables, bible and gun clingers, right wing extremists, racist, Christian radicals, and now terrorist. WE are American Men, we killed terrorists on your behalf there Soy boy so you could stay safe in your college dorm and hug your trees....now you are starting to piss us off. We are gentle giants until you break the rules....work hard, be respectful, and thank your God and Country....and BTW....don't be late for dinner!
You have destroyed our streets with your riots, our elections with your fraud, and our education system with your 7000 made up identities, feelings, and revisionist history lessons. You have made all that was good in this country bad. This is the American Man's fault....we let you do it, we were asleep at the wheel. Take notice, we are awake now, and your days are numbered. You are a cancer on the soul of this great nation and you will be eradicated....mark my words, the American man is taking back control! WWG1WGA
God Bless you. God Bless US.
Rules that I 72 y.o. grew up under - in Santa Clara, California, at the end of the runways of Moffett Field.
“Street lights” - just the way my mother said it. I can still remember the clank-clank as Dad drove over the manhole cover to let us know that he was home from work - at PG&E career.
Happy Memorial Rememberance Day.
Moffett Field.....are your and aviator?
Amen fellow American Man.
"A Country Boy Can Survive" Hank Williams Jr.
The preacher man says it's the end of time And the Mississippi River, she's a-goin' dry The interest is up and the stock market's down And you only get mugged if you go downtown I live back in the woods, you see My woman and the kids and the dogs and me I got a shotgun, a rifle and a 4-wheel drive And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
[Verse 2] I can plow a field all day long I can catch catfish from dusk 'til dawn We make our own whiskey and our own smoke, too Ain't too many things these old boys can't do We grow good ol' tomatoes and homemade wine And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
[Chorus] Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run 'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns And we say grace and we say Ma'am If you ain't into that we don't give a damn
[Verse 3] We came from the West Virginia coal mines And the Rocky Mountains and the western skies And we can skin a buck, we can run a trotline And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive [Verse 4] I had a good friend in New York City He never called me by my name, just "hillbilly" My grandpa taught me how to live off the land And his taught him to be a businessman He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights And I'd send him some homemade wine But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife For 43 dollars my friend lost his life I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut in that dude's eyes And shoot him with my old .45 'Cause a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
[Chorus] 'Cause you can't starve us out and you can't make us run 'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns And we say grace and we say Ma'am And if you ain't into that we don't give a damn
[Verse 5] We're from north California and south Alabam' And little towns all around this land And we can skin a buck, and run a trotline And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
[Outro] A country boy can survive Country folks can survive
Older millennials are the last of the American men, and half of us were corrupted. It’s when it started. They started attacking masculinity because they knew we wouldn’t allow them to control us very much. So now they get them in high school and start filling their heads with feminine ideas. They become weak and emasculated.
I grew up on rocky top. Life is hard in these mountains but it’s simple and you’ll find nowhere as beautiful. When I was little and bumped my head or got a burn my mom wouldn’t run to the pharmacy. She’d rub various plants on it, and they worked. I grew up in Scouts. Won awards for marksmanship because I learned firearms and archery from a young age. Raised corn and helped in tobacco fields. Then we started raising horses. 92 acres with 7 mares, 2 studs, 3 geldings, 4 dogs, and a duck named Quackers that thought he was a dog. He chased cars and quacked at them.
We also lived in the city for a time. Not a city but the small town type of city. Had the same treatment. Drank from water hoses, had to be home when the streetlights came on and couldn’t miss dinner.
When I became old enough I got a case of Wanderlust. I moved to the coast and lived in Charleston SC for three years on my own. I wanted to see the beach. After those years I missed the mountains and ended up coming back.
It’s people like us who forged America in the fires of war. Not like us, stronger men than us, but they are gone and we bear their burden now. The soy boys and gender studies girls mock us for our love of centerfire cartridges and recoil, but they don’t know why we keep them
Amen brother!
Just letting you know you aren’t alone, fren. We still exist. We are what’s keeping Aunty Fa away from rural America ?
Well, Aunty Fa is welcome any time on this old farm....I'm not as good as I once was, but as good once as I have always been! ;)
Toby Keith said it best lol
We wait on it ? We feel left out
That was beautiful and much-needed. It's easy to not notice change that has been gradual and persistent, but when you spell out the before and after like you just did it's gotta get people fired up and fed up. I miss the way things were in my childhood.
thank you...just had to vent a bit.
You're promoting a lifestyle of toxic whiteness-Sarc! I grew up in the 70's in Southern California and believe it or not, not too dissimilar to what you described. Dad, uncle, owned trucks and guns, worked carpentry, we left doors unlocked etc. I think some of it is cultural whiteness- but middle class latinos like to live this way too. Count me with those who think they've been using illegals and motor voter to steal the vote in LA and CA. Yes, Hispanics are more naturally socialist as people who come from poorer countries often are- but once here, they adapt to truck and military culture more so than even whites here in LA cause white males have been feminized through education. Still praying for revival here.
I know you are being sarcastic....but what I am promoting is toxic American! No "ism"...Just American. Done with the hyphens and "isms"....just plain old Americans would do just fine.
Do it, sir. I am behind you 100%.
God bless!
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Fight them with your wallet. They are losing many battles in the financial war!
Really? That's your answer...buy silver? I could give 2 fucks about the financial war...money means nothing without character...how about the moral war? Silver and GME stock wont buy you shit in the field...plus there is no WiFi in the battlefield so well, your trades wont go through and you will be woke and broke. Calloused hands means more than finger tips on a keyboard....you gotta get those ones on your palms...the deep ones that hurt. Then you become an American Man.
There is no America without a properly functioning economy and currency. Get all the callouses you want working hard buy what's the point when your work is worth nothing on the market or bought with Monopoly money?
You can't just say, "Fuck the financial cabal." You set up a false dichotomy of money vs character. Why not both. You bury your head in the sand, there is a war to be waged against those who waging war against us. Without money their power fails. If you can't understand the importance of that then you are broaching being extremely foolish.
i have owned a profitable business for over 20 years....here is my secret....I am not in control, God is. the second I quit worrying about the books, the books took care of themselves. When you work and can look in the mirror and not be ashamed of yesterday, because you took the moral high ground, God will bless you. This war we are in has no financial gain....it is biblical, and the truth will prevail regardless of the positions held.
Hardly anyone seems to grasp the concept of stewardship anymore, good on you for understanding.
Only precious metals I buy are brass, copper, lead, and steel.
It’s our duty to stand
Absolutely!
Excellent post, thank you.
The soy boys have poked the bear one time too many.
???YES???
Here's a song for you, from an American Gal (I remember cutting my parent's lawn after we bought a house- my dad & mom had similar rules)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIj0EWyCDsE (Farrell & Farrell - American Man) https://www.songlyrics.com/farrell-farrell/american-man-lyrics/