Calling out the Cowards
You know, the inside of my head is a strange place sometimes, I do understand that. I am a thoroughly modern man who is deeply and passionately committed to the progress both of our science, and our society. There is no arguing the fact that the bedrock of my essence would be as home in a water filled slit trench with only my FN at hand and firing arc before me, or telling tales around the fire in a tenth century hall, sword draped on the bench beside me. Odin forces us to look at ourselves often, and be honest about what we find. Its a hard habit to break, and causes you to apply the same standards to others. It makes me look at what people are saying from two distinct points of view. The modern one hears the words, knows the context and what part of societies dialog each side is spouting. The ancient one strips away the pretty words, and lays bare the arguments. Some arguments stand strong, others become farcical, or worse clear lies, when the pretty wrapping and glamour is stripped away, and only the core truths remain.
I look at rhetoric from the left, from the right, from the religious conservatives, from the social activists of so many different stripes and when the glit and glamour is parsed away, there is one common thing left lying on the table, the heart of the majority of all sides arguments. It lays before me like a turd, and the truth from it rises like a stench. Fear.
Never had I thought there was so much cowardice driving our society. Cowardice, behind the shouting, behind the screaming, behind the threats. Not righteous indignation, not a passion for justice, not religious zeal, but pathetic pant-wetting fear.
I look at my dog tags, they mark my service, the honours I have won, the duties I have completed, the traditions I shared with all those generations who served in their time before me. I try to understand how my dog tags could be changed if another person in uniform was a woman, or gay, transgendered. I hold the stamped aluminum and stainless chain and note no magical changes. Just to be sure I check my fathers dog tags, and my grandfathers identity disk, and note they are likewise unchanged. It seems what others are called to serve has no effect on my service at all. The tags of the women I served with weighed the same, I imagine a number of those I served with were gay, I don’t really know, or care honestly, we were there to do a hard job well, and could give a rats ass who you relaxed with in your down time. The tags of the gay’s would, I suspect weigh the same as mine almost as if it made no difference at all, these gender and sexuality issues that are supposed to be such a dire threat. I know for a fact that we had atheists, heathens, pagans, Christians, Muslims, Jews, Sikh, and Hindu, as well as Innu and Aboriginal members. Oddly enough, that didn’t make a difference either. It is almost like you have nothing to fear from someone being different from you, it will not lessen your honours, your accomplishments, or your duties if those who won the same through the same efforts were in some particulars different than you. At the end of the day, we got the same terrible coffee, which we sipped in the same Melmac cups, shivering in the same cold and damp, sharing the same stupid grin because somehow we all chose to be here, and it seemed like a good idea at the time.
I look at my arm, still strong, my bank account…….well a lot less so, but the pay going into it is stronger than ever. I look at women, immigrants, open homosexuals, people of different races and religions than my own succeeding, and I look again. Oddly enough, my arm is still as strong, my pay still as healthy, it is almost like no amount of success by another person takes anything away from me at all.
Why then the fear? Why the howling hatred?
A woman attains a position that none of the speakers had sought, or were qualified to hold, and whose previous holder not half of them could name, and now suddenly the manhood of every person in the room is threatened by some woman thinking she can serve in a position of power.
Just to be sure, I took a ruler in to the bathroom for my next leak and assured myself that my penis was not actually diminished in any dimension by a woman achieving a high social, political, or economic position. I checked again later when it was in full deployment, and yes indeed the success or failure of women had zero effect on the might, majesty or general sense of fun of my penis. What then is the fear that seems to grip so many men that a woman succeeds at something other than looking decorative and raising kids?
I took a look at those homosexuals we are supposed to be scandalized about. Not hard, I have lesbian friends, gay friends, and they fall in the married, unmarried categories about as evenly as the straight friends, with a smaller amount being divorced; most likely due to the lower length of time you could be legally married, so I expect the divorce stats will catch up within a generation.
I have carried out exhaustive research, and I can only conclude that two lesbians, or gay men having sex in their own bedroom with their own spouses in no way affects my sex life with my wife. Not for better or for worse, its almost like its none of anyone’s bloody business, any more than what is going on in the bedrooms of my heterosexual neighbors.
Why the fear? Why the terror that “gays are getting married”. Unless you are a member of that community and your fear is that you lack formal wear, or dislike having to thumb through the bridal registry to find an appropriate gift, I really can’t see it affecting you at all.
I hear the same bile being spewed by the left, quick to attack any person who can’t tick at least six different boxes in the ethnic/linguistic/gender/orientation/raised by bonobo monkey in vegan commune forms. Again, so terribly threatened that someone who does not self identify as a transgendered Martian wombat with a gluten allergy might succeed and somehow magically take away……honestly nothing from anyone else.
Enough with the cowardice. Be honest.
Those who are screaming “whore” at a woman for the crime of succeeding in a man’s world do not really think she took their job away. She took away their excuse. Her success does not take away a single accomplishment of theirs, she simply makes them afraid to look in the mirror and admit that they are not proud of their own accomplishments at all.
The bitching about women in the military, gays in the military blah de blah de freaking civilian COWARD bullshit blah. Here is the thing, we are an ALL VOLUNTEER force, and we go to war. People who serve for any length of time lose cartilage, gain arthritis, a series of disorders relating to pushing your body beyond its limits for long periods of time exposed to conditions which are unsafe, and materials that are flat out dangerous. We get people who come back less than whole, and people that come back draped respectfully in flag draped coffins.
One female IDF soldier, one crowd of religious fanatics. One soldier, and the only possessor of functional gonads in the whole crowd. Literally, there is NO man there her equal.
What we don’t get? Volunteers. No seriously. Recruitment is never keeping up with demand. Why are you bitching about should women be serving in the combat arms from your sports/titty bar seat. Did you get your candy ass down to enlist? No, then shut up. That woman/gay/trangendered whatever the adjective SOLDIER chose to serve, made of their body, skills, and time, an offering to the nation of their birth, and you didn’t. You find that when you look in the mirror you feel that seeing a woman, a homosexual, bisexual, transgendered person to whom you would like to feel superior is actually performing to a level higher than you hold yourself to, now makes you look in the mirror and be less impressed with what you see.
Not their problem. Your problem. Deal with it, and leave everyone else out of it.
You see a woman rising to levels of career success that you didn’t have the skills, the education, the drive, the follow-through to achieve and you look in the mirror and choose not to ask why you didn’t, because it takes courage to face the fact that you just didn’t want it as badly, or didn’t prepare as well, or honestly never thought about stepping outside your comfort zone long enough to risk everything to try.
You see women daring to have the same sexual freedom as men, and expecting to be able to share the same level of consequence as those men (who have a 0% accidental pregnancy rate from casual sex), and what? Do you think them having birth control pills will raise your chance of getting pregnant? I was raised in the Bible Thumping capital of farm land but frike nowhere, and we did not hold with sexual education classes, or birth control. No sir, we lead the country in teen pregnancy and had STD rates that made New York’s club districts look safe. Sex is a constant, consequences are variable. Disease is unnecessary, generations of teenage mothers dropping out of school to raise the next generation of teenage mothers who will drop out of school is unnecessary. Poverty, shame, and the horrible treatment of the resulting children are unnecessary.
Having a woman choose to make sexual or reproductive choices other than those you would make does not take anything away from the choices you made, except perhaps in your own eyes. Children make mistakes, adults should be doing their best to make sure they don’t ruin or lose their lives over it. Teenagers have adult drives, child level experience in making choices, and no the results should not kill them, nor leave them caring for children before they ever had the chance to find out what kind of life they could have made for themselves.
Final note on the whole “sacred motherhood” bullshit; I actually do think motherhood is sacred, and yet I have significant experience with how the good “God Fearing” people react to a breast feeding mother, or someone who has to (god forbid) change a diaper. The pro life crowd only seem to care about embryo’s; they sneer/jeer and even spit on unwed mothers, and are not exactly supportive of mothers or fathers who actually are caring for their babies on either incoming or outgoing ends.
One again, it seems that the reality of the birth control question, abortion question, and indeed sexuality questions (LBGT or even just hetero non-monogomous) all boil down to how threatened people feel that someone can dare to chose other than they did.
Fear. Outright cowardice.
Someone else’s career success, relationship success, family planning choices, spiritual path, and dietary choices have NO AFFECT on me. They do not take anything away from me. I don’t lose my ability to enjoy a steak if my boss down the hall is a vegan. I do not make any less money if the black guy who was born in Trinadad before coming here makes more than me. I am just as safe when the hands holding the light machinegun are male, female, gay or straight. All I care about is that they are trained and motivated.
Stop giving in to the fear. Its time to grow up, nut up, and shut up. Your life is your own, your choices and consequences are your own. Some people lucked out into better opportunities, and I wish them the best of luck with them, I will play the card’s I am dealt, and play to win. Some people got a hell of a lot worse starting hand than I did; I didn’t deal it to them, and wish them the best of luck with it.
If you are threatened by the happiness of someone else, I don’t care whether it is personal, professional, spiritual, or whatever, you aren’t actually angry at them, you are angry at how their happiness makes you feel about yourself. A coward will lash out at the person reminding them that they don’t love themselves. A brave person will look in the mirror, find out what it is about themselves they can’t love or can’t face, and deal with it.
Stop making your fear of your own failures everyone else’s problem. You aren’t even being honest about who you hate. Its not that immigrants succeed that scares you, its that you failed. Its not that a woman succeeds that scares you, it is the truths about why you either didn’t or couldn’t do the same that scare you. Stop making your fears everyone else’s problem.
Live your life, love your choices, own your struggle and be proud of your own journey. When we sit around the fires, listen to the tales of others and take pleasure in their tales, knowing that they do not take away anything from your own. Be ready to tell your own in turn, because you chose to make of your life a story you won’t have to be ashamed to tell to anyone. Be worthy of pride, and you will not fear that anyone else can say the same. I wish all of you success in your life. I really do. Your success costs me nothing, your happiness costs me nothing. I wish you long life, success in love, and no I don’t give a rats ass what you look like, or who you love. It doesn’t matter. My beard will be as bushy, my arm as strong, my mead as sweet, and my wife as curvy. Its all good.
Enough with the cowardice, own your own damned lives and quit whining about other peoples. They are not your problem, and if you had the balls to admit it, you would be dealing with your own problems not creating unnecessary ones for everyone else.
The world gives us enough real struggle, enough real pain, and few enough chances for anything resembling a good outcome. Stop screwing up what good we have, just because you are terrified to look in the mirror and find that you might not be proud of what you see. Fix you, leave everyone else to their own struggle; really, they have enough trouble on their own.