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
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