I have no illusions of my importance. I am just one person, in a sea of hundreds-of-millions. I have opinions. I have thoughts. Many of them original. Developed somewhere in the recesses of my mind, cultivated by a lifetime of experience in a lop-sided ratio of hard-living and relative comfort.
Many of my thoughts have been cultured by the thoughts, deeds, and actions of others. Many of those influences have occurred right here on The Real Revo. I had a drug-addict for a mother. We had multiple drug-addled step-fathers/live in boyfriends. Life with her was not fun. We lived in shitholes. We used to celebrate the trip to the day-old bread store, because delicious, sweet confections were cheap and they accepted food stamps.
My father, nay, my Dad – was an honest, hard-working, God-fearing, righteous-living American who, like his father before him, raised his family with a stern hand. He never hesitated to tell us he loved us. He also never hesitated to correct us when we stepped out of line.
His wife, God rest her soul, was my Mom. She is the only Mom I have ever known. They weren’t rich. Not even middle-class, really. But, they loved us. They wanted us to do right. They wanted us to live right. They wanted us to be and remain, free.
My Dad was a reader, too. He and Mom made sure to teach us skills which never go out of style.
He taught us how to treat a lady. He taught us what it means to take care of a family, be responsible in a community, help those in need, and how to stand up for what is right. He taught us how to be men.
Mom taught us how to clean. How to sew. How to interact with and respect a lady (sometimes she taught us these lessons with a belt).
My mother’s life-lessons were less positive. More an anti-social illustration of how not to be. The life of indulgence is easy, to a point. It is actually quite tiresome. It is emotionally draining. Marked by an emptiness which none of life’s soul-sucking ephemera can ever dream to fill.
I have lived in abject poverty. I have lived in a half-million dollar home while making a 6 figure income. I have been around the world and back, twice. I have lived, I have loved, and I have lost.
I paid $33K in taxes a few years back. I have willfully (as an adult) received government assistance in the form of food-stamps, during less-prosperous times. I have practiced regular charity, which usually is a gift of my time, energy, and talents. I have been selfish. I have been a miserable piece of shit, at several points in my life. Concerned only with selfish desire and libertine indulgence.
I have grown and learned that all of the selfish, indulgent behaviors of my youth, only served to further delay my emotional and spiritual growth. I was stunted in my growth, by my own decisions. I have never once blamed my poor decisions on anyone but myself. I wholly accept the consequences of those decisions. I choose to learn from them.
I believe in ideals. I have spent an immense portion of my life reading; trying to understand. I had one developmental influence of libertine self-indulgence and one of hard-work and sacrifice. I was blessed.
No amount of wealth or power, ease or self-indulgence, can ever fill the void created by the lack of integrity, honor, or a sense of duty.
Integrity means doing what is right, even when no one is watching.
Honor is the perceived quality of worthiness that each man must establish for himself, and then attempt to live up to.
Duty is that archaic idea that some things, simply put, are worth fighting for. It is the innate sense of moral commitment or obligation.
Our society has lost it’s way. Amorality and ‘tolerance’ have long supplanted the ideas of integrity, honor, and duty. No longer does America value such archaic ideals. Well, I still do. My children will. If my children do, so too, will theirs.
I have lived their way. I don’t like it. I have lived a life of duality. The two sides of my soul battling for dominance. I think I am naturally inclined toward that which is against the grain. I tend to make things harder on myself than they, of right, should be. I am drawn toward the less-principled.
Therefore, I have to make the conscious decision to live uprightly. It is not always easy. I demand more from myself, my friends, my family, my community, my state, and my nation. I have no problem calling a spade a spade. I will quickly and publicly put someone in check when they over step the line. Some things are worth fighting for.
Upholding traditional values, honoring the ideals of our fathers, not giving up on morality or righteousness. Having principles upon which we stand and when needed – we fight. This is the long, proud tradition we inherited as our birthright as Americans. This is the debt we owe to our children, lest they should be consumed in the abyss of moral-relativity.
Out-numbered though we may be, these ideals are worth demanding. This battle is worth fighting. Standing idle, as everything we love and cherish is destroyed by the godless, amoral left is not an option. Not as long as I have to ability to fight.
I am a dinosaur. We all know what happened to the dinosaurs. This will most likely be our fate, as principled men and women. Does that mean that we should just give in? Give up the fort, to spare our pathetic lives and live out our days, under the weight of our shackles? Quietly contemplating the days, long gone, when being a man actually meant something?
Forbid it, Almighty God! I refuse to go quietly. I refuse to look my children in the face and say that I quit – that I gave up – because the odds weren’t in my favor. I will continue to demand that my elected officials, public servants, celebrities, friends, family, and countrymen hold themselves to a higher standard than they currently do. Those who do not will have my scorn & ridicule.
I may have no impact whatsoever, but when I look back on my life, I will be able to say, in all honesty, that I lived for something.Share