Combat Vwts never drink alone. Everyday is Memorial Day and our brothers who crossed the Jordan are never far from our thoughts.
I hate this country. I hate this day. Neither have been worth the price paid.
Combat Vwts never drink alone. Everyday is Memorial Day and our brothers who crossed the Jordan are never far from our thoughts.
I hate this country. I hate this day. Neither have been worth the price paid.
Doggie Vahalla awaits but thankfully not today
I am The Ton mother fucker! And I value men based on one factor alone.
I value men based on their innate desire to cross the ring in order to destroy the other guy, his ability to ignore pain, exhaustion, fear and injury. Will he keep fighting even if he’s already dead on his feet? Would he rather die or be in jail then break faith with his brothers? That’s it. The complete value of a man. Will he fight when we fight? Will he lie to the cops and his old lady for the sake of his crew? Not for his own well being mind you but for his brothers. Does he got that shit when he looks you in the eye and says don’t worry brother, I got this shit?
Those are the kind of men to honor and call brother. Those are the kind of men to respect even when they are on the other end of your gun
Alpha? Beta? The Ton has 0 fucks to give about that shit. Can a man brawl? Does he fight hard even when hes getting monkey stomped? Does he ride hard, shot straight and always report the truth? Does he keep the faith with his crew? That is the sum total of a man’s value.
This is also on a sliding scale. We don’t owe these things to all men. Just the men in our crew. You owe the most to the man beside you. Next is the guys on your fireteam. Then your squad, your platoon etc etc. By the time that shit is spread out…. well you don’t owe that much to the guys in the same division vs you the guys on your gun crew.
Well it don’t work that way with women. Women being inferior beings in all ways possible, cannot understand brotherhood or how to correctly value a man. Now they do get off on men who are good at being a man but it’s temporary. The more time she spends around him the more she will see he is less then perfect and when that equation tilts enough, the vag dries up and she will betray him in large ways and small
When a man is your brother he is your brother until he breaks the faith. Does he suck with a shotgun? Doesn’t fucking matter, he’s your brother and he keeps the faith. He can’t ride as hard as you? Doesn’t fucking matter because he keeps the faith. Does he drink to much and pass out on panic tables like it’s his full time job? Doesn’t matter as long as he keeps the faith with his crew. Does he annoy the shit out you because he talks to much? Doesn’t fucking matter because he keeps the faith with his brothers and you can trust him to the end.
Being good at being a man and keeping faith with his brothers is the complete value of a man according to the Ton Value System.
By Looking Glass
We’re at a pivot point within all Western cultures. We’re clearly headed for interior wars before 2050. They are going to be ugly and you’re likely to still be around when they start. You have been warned. So, what are you going to do about it? This is the “Question” every Man is going to need to answer for himself.
You were robbed of your grandparents ability to enjoy their twilight years because those same grandparents refused to kill the people that were necessary. Our Institutions have been badly corrupted and you’ve been sold out. So, what will you do? That’s what this is really about. “What will you do?”.
Whatever you chose, plan then start building.
I got jack and shit to add to that. Hell I don’t have a crystal ball so I won’t argue with the date. One of the best statements ever written about the times we are living in. Shit storms come in various sizes, personal size shit storm, local level shit storm, nation wide shit storms and damn near global. All of history is either a shit storm in progress or waiting for the next shit storm to hit. Wise man deal with this fact head on.
There has been a fair amount of talk lately about men hitting rock bottom then zero’ing themselves out. Hell one dipshit advocates divorced men kill their ex wife, the judge and themselves. I have noticed the jerkoffs who advocate this going out in a berseker rage lack 1st hand experience with death and killing and ain’t big on putting their own precious selves in harm’s way.
Death is never far from my mind. A very real professional hazard of mine for most of my adult life and my hobbies arent exactly the safe kind either but that’s not what I think about. I have burried 24 brothers over the years. That’s a lot of tears. A lot of broken families, broken lives, missing sons, brothers, husabnds and fathers. Thats what I think about. Good men gone for shitty causes. Life is to valuable to toss away on some sort of hissyfit.
There are times a man, or more accurately, men, should give up their lives. History is full of these stories, The 300 Spartans being the most famous but such paragons are easy to find in military history. History is also full of single men stepping forward to fight and die so the men in their crew can live. There are times men tried to make these last stands and their lives bought their people not a damn thing. The Ton salutes them all. The Ton always salutes courage. Here’s what the uninitiated don’t understand. Those men choose life. They choose life through damn near eternal glory in the hearts and minds of future generations of fighting men. They choose the lives of their brothers in arms and the lives of their kin over themselves. Fighting men choose life. Yeah I know, you don’t get that but something’s have to be lived to understand
The Ton advocates life lived to the fullest but that can’t always be so. A life of hardship can still be a life of joy but only if the hardships are the sort that build you up as a man. I have had friends kill thenselves. I had a young trooper kill himself over the phone. No idea what he wanted to prove but he was arguing with his cheating whore… I mean wife, said fuck you, put his 9mm to his head and zeroed out his cpu. Yeah she was messed up for awhile but she was back to fucking other men in a few months and now his young son is being raised by another man while his father has no one else to carry the family name into the future. What a fucking waste. To die and accomplish nothing is a horror all men should avoid.
I have had friends kill themselves because their was no other way out. They choose life on their terms then the end game of cancer. A man can respect that. One day, at band camp we were doing our normal training deal. At the end of the day we were worn the fuck out, feeling completely energized and right before our last run, our team chief looked at us with this shit eating grin, said I love you guys and went out the door and to his death. Happy as hell as far as we could tell. What we didn’t know until a few days later was cancer had already killed him. There is no way we can ever know for sure but odds are good he died on active duty because the death benefits were better for his family. That’s the kind of man he was. He choose to spend the last moments of his life with his boys, doing what he loved. He choose the best possible life for the ones he left behind. He choose life and we still respect him.
So a man gets hammered in divorce courts. Looses his house, his ass and his kids. He goes to what was once his house, shoots his old lady in the head at 0200, bang bang bang. 3 .45 size holes with blood and brains leaking out. By 0300 he is shooting the judge in the head while he sleeps. Bang bang bang. 3 .45 size holes in the judges head. He puts the gun to his own head and bang. It’s done. Now what? Do all the other divorced men rise up and over throw the courts and government? LOL nope. Do family court judges change their ways? Nope. They get sheriff deputies posted on their door steps. Do the kids get to live in the memory of their father the revolutionary hero or do they live through the hell of foster care and what not?
No one respects that bullshit. No one respects butt sore betaness and that killing your ex, the judge and then yourself is pure butt hurt. Everyone respects the 300 Spartans because they chose something bigger then themselves. They choose eternal glory(in their minds), they choose to up hold the highest virute of their forefathers and they choose to buy their homeland more time. The Spartans had Dead Game butt sore betas who do the murder suicide don’t.
If there is ever a time you have to trade for life for something else, make damn sure that something else is worth the price
1st a warning. No vagina driven replies in the comment section. Any damn thing that sounds like blubbering will be deleted and the commentor blocked. Same goes for the lame racist counter argument.
It is my uneducated opinion that PTSD is a mostly manufactured problem. It’s a gold mine for the VA which any more is nothing but a job program for black chicks and a giant welfare/ transfer payment scheme for black veterans. When you walk into a VA hospital every ground and mid level flunky you meet is a black chick and they are horrible to White vets. You can watch a healthy black dude walk to the front of a line while White men missing body parts wait to get the privilege of being shitted on by the 1st layer of VA staff flunkies.
Did you know fire alarms have the magical ability to make men walk again? Sure as sure gets they do. While back I took a friend, AB, to one of his VA appointments. AB is fucked in the head. An IED rattled his CPU so hard he was seeing shit that wasn’t there for weeks. Medically retried, 100% disabled, they made his old lady turn in his firearms before they let him go home type of brain damage. Any rate we’re in the waiting room, shooting the shit when someone pulled a fire alarm. That fire alarmed cured about 80 black dudes as they left their canes, walkers, chairs etc behind and took off for the parking lot. AB looked over at the only fella still there, a legless White guy in his middle 30’s, says to him “reckon you ain’t faking so we’ll get you out of here”.
That’s an extrem example but you can sit in the VA hospital parking lot and watch guys hobble out to their truck, then quickly toss their cane into the truck bed and hop up into the cab. One VA doctor I was bullshiting with told me he got in trouble for looking out his window to see how well men moved around when no one was watching. See the black VA admin boss said he was being racist and denying too many claims from blacks. Being Hindu he didn’t initially understand how the game is played but apparently it is mostly blacks who get jammed up with faking disability claims and dats racist and shit.
And it is a game. Spend enough time around black folk for them to get comfortable around you and you will hear them brag about how they faked this, that or the other thing to get money out of the government. It’s a skill they take pride in and they are quick to ridicule anyone who doesn’t want to take advantage of the system. Failing to fake a disability and get dat free money makes you a sucker
The fraud is unfucking real and PTSD is th perfect tool to exploit the system and reallocate resources to black veterans as it doesn’t come with measurable results like how bad your lungs maybe be, nor does it carry much in the way of social stigma. Say the right couple of lines and here’s your PTSD VA money. How bad is the PTSD scam? I know two lady marines ( i repete myself i kmow) getting 80% because the scary stories of deployments scared them before they ever fucking deployed. Neither deployed, both had office type jobs, both 80% disabled according to the VA. To be fair, blacks are more fragile then Whites, with way more systematic health problems but it’s time to go to an all White military if blacks are so fragile office work gets them an 80% disability rating…. $1556.13 tax free money a month…. more if they have kids and are married…… for life
Let’s be honest too. The VA loves this scam. It keeps their budget high and tons of low skilled workers employed. Not to mention how many low skilled college educated folks like sociology and psychology majors rely on the scam. Hell the VA is so fired up for the PTSD scam they told me I was fucked in the head because I ain’t fucked in the head. And there ain’t no higher VA disability rating then the one given to me for the measurable physical damage but tagging me with that label means more money for the VA and more money for those in on the scam.
There are deeper social trends driving the PTSD train as well. We all know modern society practically worships victims. PTSD is how you make strong men into victims. Hell half of what is now called PTSD was just old school masculine WASP behaviour not long ago so yes part of the PTSD party is a contuination of the anti WASP progoganda. A nice thank you gift from all the non WASP’s we let in. Huge fucking mistake on our part
The main way society creates PTSD is by producing pussy ass dudes. Most Vets aren’t the biggest pussies around but most men entering the military aren’t particularly mentally rugged and healthy these days because most people in the USA aren’t. The military is nothing but a cross section of America and whatever is fucked up in the civilian world bleeds over into military life. Most young people are pretty well scared up before they hit the military from all the various soical is we bitch about like divorce, single moms, families with a fuck ton of dysfunction like pills and various forms of child neglect. I know two men who fit this pattern. They were abused pretty good by single moms and step fathers yet their head space and timing problems are labled as PTSD from military service. Kind of sets up a chicken vs egg deal.
What I think fucks up most guys is the anti war stuff. Let’s face it, most men down range aren’t in any particular danger. Most men down range aren’t in kill or be killed situations so having a presidential candidate tell you we’re the real terrorists ain’t a big deal. Ain’t a big deal when the majority of citizens agree with it and elected him President. Living conditions can be tough, hours are long, a lot of its boring as hell and occisonaly a rocket or mortar round comes in. Then it’s funny as hell to watch people over react but the guys on the line face an entirely different life and react to things in an entirely different way. One that has to be lived to understand and there is much joy and satisfaction in it but you also do some morally questionable shit. That’s what war is. It’s life and death, blood and shit and fear and adrenaline rushes and exhaustion beyond belief and it’s a whole lot of shit you shouldn’t ask men to do, but needs to be done any damn way.
And that’s where the anti war shit starts fucking with dudes heads. One of the things I have noticed is my boys from places like Washington state and Michigan seem to have more PTSD type bullshit then my boys from the rural South. Men I never saw back down, never heard much bitching from go home and hear more bullshit like we are the real terrorists and I think it fucks with their head, and I think my boys from leftist strongholds like that hear a lot more from CNN then is healthy. Moral ambiguity might be just fine for usless fucks who vote for Oabma, Hillary Sanders etc all and never pulled the trigger on a tango but once a man has crossed that line, he doesn’t need the mind fuck. He doesn’t need Mrs Obamas bullshit about how mean America is, he doesn’t need Tim Wise the jew bullshit about how inherently evil we are, he doesn’t need the chirping chior of college educated cock suckers joing in and going on about how we did the Indians wrong on thanksgiving. They aint asking for a prade 4 times a year either…. Usless fucks stateside can engage in their endless debates. Don’t cost them a damn thing, but hearing how we’re the bad guy probably takes a toll on the man who did the dirty work down range just so pussies state side can talk up how wonderful and peace loving hajjis are.
Think about it this way; an infantryman is a killer but not a murderer; shit on the legitimacy of killing and you turn him into one.
I say probably because I don’t really know. Nothing I have done down range has caused me to loose sleep. A big failing we have is how we view morality. A friend of mine killed some non combatants because hajjis were using them as a human shield while they brought in more fighters in an attempt to over run a group of Americans. He was giving the persmsion to engage the convoy despite the human shields. It fucked with him despite most likely saving the lives of 12 men. Being a part of the situation has never bothered me because the civilian deaths were on the hajjis for making them part of the battle field. They made the decision to use human shields. Those deaths are on them. Instead of saying that, the leftist world wanted to push the responsibility of their deaths on to us, which has really fucked with my friend
Tldr/ #1 The VA is another version of welfare fraud for black verterans; #2 it’s fucked up to ask a man to go kill and destroy on your behalf then shit on the reasons why you sent him to kill.
Vehicle recovery operations….. The back story to this post is helping a guy help a guy get his luxury SUV out of the sand. Not even sure of the brand of the SUV. They aren’t my thing and forgein shit really ain’t my thing but it was 4wheel drive and shouldn’t have gotten stuck. Which brings me to my main point
Don’t get stuck. Easier said the done? Nope. Learn a little about off roading and don’t do dumbshit. I don’t rock climb or go mudding which are different critters entirely but I also don’t get stuck very often because I don’t do dumb shit and I have never needed help getting out of the shit I got myself into. Fact is I get down this stretch of beach in 2 wheel drive so the SUV should have made the trip. Main reason he failed? Lack of experience. The driver had never been off road before, had all the air in his tires, tried to cross the little mini berms other trucks made before him instead of following a proven route because he didnt like how the tire groves messed with his steering and when he got stuck he stomped on the throttle, causing the wheels to spin and dig down deeper for nothing.
Guy #2 had a jeep which was more show then go. It was 4wheel drive, had some extra lift and bigger tires so the sand was no problem but he had a small winch. Not to small just for the much heavier SUV but just to damn small for much of anything. Why? Because he didn’t understand how friction adds weight to the load. In practical terms at any rate. Friction from sand adds about 25% to the weight of your truck, mud adds 50% or more. Mud can be some nasty shit and has stopped more then one army over the years.
Outside of being a Vet and knowing where to go for the information, the army does a damn good job of explaining certian things. One of their better reads is FM 20-22….. Vehicle recovery operations. You can find it online easy as pie. Hell TC 21-305 will even cover the basics of off road driving and I promise you, unless you off road as a sport, the basics and common sense is all you need
Make sure you put your truck in 4wheel drive before you need it. Its pretty standard to let 2/3’s of the air out of your tire before you drive on sand or mud. I don’t let air out myself, but I have aggressive off road tires on my truck and a shit ton of experience. I do carry an air pump you plug into the cigarette liter, but even better I know where to get air a mile or three from where I camp and fish. A few miles of slow speed driving on hard top roads while low on air won’t hurt. Much.
The best thing you can do if you are stuck is stop. The more you try to fight out of it the worse the problem will get. Stop soon enough and you can shove branches or 2×4’s under the tires and away you go.
I carry some 2×4’s in my truck(6). I have holes drilled into them so I can tie them to each other and them to the truck. Last time I got stuck was because I went through some heavy clay/ mud before trying to drive up a rather long sand hill. The tread was full of clay and I got no traction in the sand. Once my forward progress stopped, I stopped, put the 2×4’s under my tires, tied the the boards to each other, them to my truck and off I went. To the top of the hill, dragging the 2×4’s behind me. Which is handy so you don’t have to go back and get them. Don’t get much simpler then that
Next on my list of gear is a Hi-lift jack. . Ain’t nothing but an old school tractor jack but they are rugged as fuck and can be used as a come along too. If I got stuck deeper then the 2×4’s would do for, I’d jack up my truck, then stick the wood under the tires and drive out of it.
My least favorite method is winching. It’s a pain in the ass. I have a 12,000 pound military grade hydraulic winch. It’s a fucking beast. It’s also over kill but I got the damn thing for free so what the hell…. plus nothing works better then over kill. Any rate I have a 6000 pound truck, and realistically don’t need anymore then a 9000 pound winch, weight of my truck plus 50% extra for friction caused by mud or sand. A 9000 pound winch will do everything you need to do… plus I am fixing to teach you how to cheat and double that. Buy a 9000 pound electric winch, read up on it and follow the duty cycle when you use it…. duty cycle is the work vs rest time for the electric motor in the winch
Not only is 9000 pounds enough winch to solve your problems, it’s easy to support regarding rigging. You can find 10,000 pound shackles, wire rope, chain and tow straps with ease at anything like a tractor supply store. I have 4 shackles on my truck, 2 front and 2 back to hook up to if I need to winch myself out of something. Use 10,000 pound shackles to match your 9000 pound winch without worrying to much about shit breaking. Don’t ever attach a winch cable to two points on your truck. You’ll stretch your trucks frame which ain’t good. I would put two 10 foot lengths of 10,000 pound chain in your truck. Make sure each length of chain has grab hooks on each end…. grab hooks which will grab the chain itself. I’d also get a goodly length of 10000 pound eye to eye nylon strap. This gives you options on what you tie off to.
Now…. here is how you ccheat your winch into doubling it’s capacity….. The word is Snatch Block which will double your pulling capacity through the magic of mechanical advantage…. that FM 20-22 will explain the how and the why of it but basically it allows you to add a second line of wire rope off your winch to give you a combined pulling power of 18000 pounds. Fuck you mud! But this is where that warning about never hooking up a winching cable to two places on your truck. That 18000 pounds of pulling will fuck up your frame
How to use the snatch block…. well you set up your winch anchor point…. which is any damn thing you would use to tie into to so the winch can do it’s magic. Then instead of hooking your winch up to the anchor point you hook the snatch block to the anchor point, run your wire rope through the snatch block and back to ONE of the shackles on your truck. 18000 pounds of pulling power. Now some folks will make the case that you only use a snatch block when you need the extra force. To that I say… fuck no snake. Use that bitch every time.
Out there on your own and no truck or big ass tree to use as an anchor point? Get something like this
Personally I love this kind of shit and camping, off roading etc is easier to get into then a lot of stuff out there but I also think these sort of things are entry level man card shit…. old school knowledge damn near every man use to know. It’s the kind of toxic masculinity shit that makes vags drip and soy boys feel even worse about themselves
Ranger the fuck up my friends
There is nothing in this world like a Harley. My metric bikes are fine machines but they lack the vibration, sound and feel of a Harley. Harleys are heart and soul, flesh and blood in chrome and steel,your best friend and 1st love… with you mile after mile, day in, day out… she love you long time and that soul is universally felt in men across the globe
The other day reading comments over at Rollo’s somone mentioned how all men can’t be apex Alphas. Legit point and completely pointless.
Today, father’s day, I was out riding with the boys in my crew and a couple of strap hangars. The regular guys are every day alpha enough kind of dudes. So was 2 of the strap hangars. By that I mean successfully living life on their own terms. They did well in the military, they have done well as civilians, they have decent looking wives, respectful kids, new’ish Harley’s and good home lives.
That’s alpha enough for most men.
We rode for 300 miles that day, big fucking mistake given my thumb and all but it was an interesting time from the red pill point of view. Two of the men were over 70, Vietnam vets. Not guys we typically ride with. The one is a Marine vet and I know him from the local riding club community. He’s a good due, with a good wife who worries about him being on a bike at 72, and there he is, on a new Streetglide. The other was a friend of his, roughly the same age, also a Vietnam era vet but somehow an SF guy who never went down range. Him and his wife were down on vacation and instead of hanging out with her, he was ridding with his friend and us. To me that everyday Alpha enough.
One of the young men ridding with us had been state side for less them 3 days, fresh back from the eye-rack and instead of chilling with his wife and kids he was on his bike, ridding with his friends. Another young man was due to leave for a tour in a few days and instead of chilling with his wife and kids, he was on his Harley ridding with his brothers.
Let that sink in. These young men elected to ride with their brothers instead of being at home when they had all the blue pill reasons in the world to side step the ride yet they choose brotherhood over their main bitches. It was an important ride to show a man they never meet before a memorial for the Marines who died in Lebanon vs family time and they choose brotherhood. And not any bit of family time but fathers day plus pre/ post deployment.
I know these guys fairly well. None of them have fat or nagging wives. The younger guys are doing ok money wise, but are young enough that Harley payments stretch the family budget. None are really red pill, I don’t think anyone would call them players or apex alphas, none are ridding in a more aggressive club like a MC or 1% crew yet here they are, doing alright in the world despite all the factors aligned against them. They have decent wives, the two I know the best have wives who are happy their man has something like Harelys and the ridding club that brings their husband some measure of happiness in the world.
The way I reckon it, this is alpha enough for the most of men and a very achievable goal for the most men. Decent frame, decent builds, couple of tattoos, a dangeroues hobby, something they hold in high regard, something they withhold a portion of the family budget for and make a priority, even on occasions, over their family. That’s alpha enough for most men and most women
Yeah I know, I thought I posted this month’s ago but just found it in saved folder when I wentbyo Work on another post. Shows where I put blogging in life
Ton 2.0 brought his son home today. Another healthy squaling man child for the Clan Ton. I didn’t go see the boy in the hospital. Not my scene these days, but we left for his place shortly after we got the call and let ourselves in we when got there. We did the typical shit one would expect, drank up his best bourbon, fornicated on his kitchen table, took care of his pets, cleaned up the house and cooked a shit ton of food.
There are things that matter more then life to Clan Ton. I learned these things from my father and his father like they learned them from theirs. Well them and our uncle’s, brothers and what not. When my father brought me home to present me to his father I was laid in a bed with a Confederate flag, an 1858 Remington, a King James Bible and some sliver dollars. I still have that photo. But these are things we value, the Old South and all it stands for, freedom and fire power, hard money and the hard ways of the Almighty.
So when Ton4.0 made it home, my boy brought him to me. This small 8 pound bundle of fragile perfection. Full of potential and promise, not weighted down by failure, regert or tye burdens of life. I held him up, said the same Bible versus we always say and laid him down on my son’s bed. Dead in the center of our stars and bars, silver dollars, King James Bible and our forefather’s Remington.
Of course I Tonierized somethings. I bought the boy some fireworks, a bottle of whisky, a Ford hat, a Harley Davidson onesie, a Henry lever action .22 and a gift certificate for a free pit bull tattoo. Of course the gift certificate is fake, but Ton4.0’s mother has more of a sense of humor then I figured.
These things are symbols, they all mean more then the surface image and they are all traditions. A firearm is more then a tool, it’s your sovereignty as Man. Silver is more then hard money vs fiat dollars. It’s wealth based on reality and the opposition to magic thinking. If the Old South has an official dog, the pit bull is it. Loyal, relentless and called the nanny dog for generations.
Some traditions need to die. Plowing with mules makes no damn sense. With any luck Ton2.0 is the last vet from my family. Sometimes new traditions come about. My father and grandfather rode Harleys, same with me and Ton2.0. A goodly amount of having traditions is to reproduce the kind of men and women your family is proud of
I do have a point besides bragging about another grandson. On occasions I hear men bitch about the lack of traditions. Society moves on and change is one of life’s constants, but you have only yourself to blame for allowing your family traditions to die. Only yourself to blame for not creating some. My boys will learn their family’s history, they’ll learn to ride fast, shoot straight and always report the truth. They will know how to hunt, how to fish, and what their forefathers intended to leave behind before yankees fucked shit up. These things are timeless and you can take them where ever you go. I won’t be around to teach my son’s or grandsons these things but I have full faith in Ton2.0 that our family and our traditions will be projected into the next generation
A man should have Game. No, not talking about picking up bitches sort of game. Game Dog Game, an innate desire to cross the ring in order to destroy the other guy, ignoring pain, exhaustion, fear and injury. I promise you, if you have Game Dog kind of Game picking up bitches ain’t going to be a problem. A dog with Game will do this for an hour if that’s what it takes. Ultimately a man should have “Dead Game”; the desire to keep fighting and trying to kill/ win/ succeed despite being mortally wounded yourself.
Some Game Dogs are barnstormers, meaning they come out of the gate and quickly kill or incapacitate the other dog. They are bad ass, but do they have Game? Are they ever really tested? This lack of being tested means you have no idea if they have Game or not but everyone loves barnstormers. There is something heroic and thrilling about barnstormers which draws the soul.
My dog Boy is a barnstormer. When we pulled him out of a fighting kennel, Boy was already retired and in their breeding program, without much in the way of scaring. That is pretty good indication he ran through 3-5 other dogs quickly. My old neighbors thought their dogs were bad ass and they didn’t need to keep their mutts out of Boy’s yard. They rolled up into Boy’s yard while he was chilling in the warm sun. He killed those other dogs out right. It would take me more time to tell the story then it did for Boy to get his job done and the only doctoring he needed afterward was a bath and some hydrogen peroxide. That’s a barnstormer, and it’s bad ass to behold but has Boy’s Game ever really been tested?
My Lady Pit has Game. She is down for pretty much anything. She is happy to jump on the bike and ride, she is thrilled to be on the boat with me, she especially loves the truck and off roading. That’s a low level of Game but it’s there. She loves to hunt and will be hunting pigs with me before long. Thats another level of Gane. She is happy to see friendly people, she is quick as quick gets to stand between us and whatever/ who ever she doesn’t like. She dislikes the lawn mower and will attack it on sight. Funny as hell but a pain in the ass too. More Game. Took her to my buddy’s farm and she suddenly remembered her genetic purpose and went after his bull. The bull sent her flying and as soon as she stopped bouncing she was up and after the bull again. I said she has Game. Didn’t say she was smart but on a more serious note we have a 5 foot or so alligator that likes to hang out on our side of the river. Not big enough to be much of a threat to an adult but plenty big enough to eat her or harm a child. My Lady Pit hates that thing with a burning passion. She is always on the look out for the gator and chases it off when ever she sees it. That’s Game
My dog Girl has Dead Game. Shoot that bitch and she will still run your ass out of the house. That’s how she came to me. I trust my family’s safety to her. I send my Girls and sons on the road or leave them behind with no real concern about men harming them because Girl will not fail to act, even if all she does is buy them time with her life. That’s Dead Game.
See the difference? Some men are barnstormers, some few have Dead Game, a goodly number have Game to vary degreess and a bunch are just prey.
Never trust prey. Ever. They will get you killed, rat you out or fuck you over when the suck shows up. Lucky for us, it’s pretty damn easy to tell prey.
A man with Game can be trusted to whatever extent he has Game. Determining how much Game a man has is tricky bidness outside military life. I know the police and fire academies test for Game. Sports are a test of Game but doesn’t seem to me most boys and men are tested very often or particularly hard.
A man with Dead Game can be trusted. However he is human and will fuck up. Nice thing about men with Dead Game is when they break your trust it’s due to extrene circumstances, or a fuck up not a fuck over. One can be forgiven, the other should never be forgotten
A barnstormer? Who knows? Maybe he has been tested, maybe he hasn’t. I would watch barnstormers the closest. It’s diffcult to see if men like this have Game because they tend to over come obstacles with ease. It’s natural to trust barnstormers, something about human nature draws us to them, human or k9 version. I suggest you show extra caution with trusting such men.
In all things be patient and wise until it’s time to act, then hit hard, fast and while the other guy ain’t looking. Figuring out who to trust, how far to trust them and what to trust them with is no different. Slow your roll, wait, observe, weigh their actions.
Way back when I was a young Ranger, we had this fat kid in our fireteam. Fat Kid had Game. That fat fuck never once gave up. He probably came in last place on just about everything we were rated on but he always made the standard, no matter what it cost him. Fat Kid never fell out of a road march or run. Even when he broke 3 toes and had 8 clicks to walk. Fat Kid had Dead Game and as much as we ragged on him for being a fat pain in the ass, the man never gave up and always kept his shit tight when things got bad. You could trust Fat Kid with your life and we did. He was a soild dude
Finding out who has Game is the function of pretty much every non occupation producing military school there is. And most sports worth the name test a man’s Game. Conventional military units are tested much less then SOCOM units but they are tested and there is the tier system within SOCOM. Pee-Wee wrestling tests a boys Game, the Olympic wrestlers are tested a lot harder. The higher up the tier system the harder the tests, the more Game the man has. In simple terms. It’s more complex then that but let’s keep it simple.
Men need to be tested to develop Game Dog Game. Really tested, not stayed after school and worked really hard on his homework when he was having trouble in caculs tested. We admire Dead Game above all else. Those 300 Spartans, Christ facing the cross instead of using His Devine powers to side step the horror of crucifixion, every ballsy mo for with a CMH. We as men respect men with that congressional medal but shake our heads in WTF at congressional medals of freedom for faggy shit.
Testing men outside the military is a good deal more difficult. We here in the West live in an incredibly soft, civilized, pussy of a world. Typically civilian life is so soft I find it diffcult to related to men who haven’t served. The gulf between their world and reality is usually beyond my ability to bridge. I ain’t bullshitting when I say I trust my rifle, the Ranger next to me and my Pit Bull. They have all been tested again and again. It’s hard to know who to trust, to what degree and what topic to trust them during these soft times.
There are ways men test themselves here in the West. Sports is the easy example and the higher the risk of physical harm the better the test, though I am not sure how reliable a loyalty test it is if it’s an individual sport. There are all sorts of cool shit dudes can do to test themselves and build soild masculine bonds like 36 hours of Uwharrie. If it’s tough on the body, mind and spirit, with a realistic chance of injury and expectation of playing while hurt, it’s a legit test.
Life tests a lot of men. Some dudes get mountian high piles of shit dropped on them. Every man gets beat down, a man with Game gets back up.
Gangs get this notion of testing. To earn your way into a 1% crew you have to spend some time as a hang around where the patch holders get an idea of what kind of man you are. Then you are invited to prospect and if you meet their criteria, all patch holders will vote on your acceptance. 1 no vote and it’s a no. They do this for the obvious reasons like not wanting to patch in an informant, but they want to test you for more day to day shit too. Will you put the patch and club above all else? Do you run from a fight? Do you whine like a bitch on long rides through thunderstorms? Do you do dumb shit that creates problems?
A police and fire acedmey will tests recruits for Game. Everyone else wants to know less important shit like your GPA, which college you went to, credit score and the like
Gangs, the military, cops and firefighters are all tested for Game. John the IT guy three cubicles over? Probably not so much
I don’t trust men without Game, but even men with Game will fail.
No matter how Game a man is, he can be broken. I remember going to SERE school and the men who thought they couldn’t be broken. We all broke. Not typically through pain or via physical misery but through clever manipulation during a weakened state but none the less, there you are, on video admitting to all sorts of shit it would be physically impossible for you to do. Men have limits on what they can and should endure in everyday life as well. All of this applies to less extreme things then water boarding and being shoved into a 55 gallon drum full of water for 12 hours. Water boarding works in minutes but we all face a more mundane grind every day, some more extreme then others, and we all have our limits. Different limits on different sucks per man
This isn’t a call to trust no one. That’s an empty life but be careful who you trust, why you trust them, how far you trust them and what you trust them with. You may trust one friend to never turn his back on you when things are bad but never want to follow his buiness advice or even confide in him if he is a blabber mouth. Be aware all men have limits, myself/ ourselves included. I’ve been broken. I would rather go back into that 55 gallon drum of water then still be married. Trust tested men, men who have been through some shit and who came out the other end wiser and harder then before but. Keep your own counsel, keep your cards close and realize we don’t live in a movie. We live here in the real world where good men will let you down, sometimes deliberately but often enough through casual negelince and ignorance and on rare occasions due to extrene circumstances.
I think this recognition of our limits and the limits of others is the heart and soul of real world humility. Biblical humility. It’s healthy and natural vs the your a worthless worm version of humility that is preached today. A lot of men carry heavy burdens that would break some other man, while that some other man carries a burden that would break others. It’s the way of things.
This trust issue is another reason I lean toward a heavy dose of Stoicism. We can only control how we react to life not the world around us. By all means embrace deep masculine friendships. Go out and do ballys shit as part of a team but have realistic expectations about yourself and then men around you.
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