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2 minutes, 29 second lesson in masculinity

KENNY PRICE
Northeast Arkansas Mississippi County Bootlegger Lyrics

There wasn’t nobody that ever liked him farless loved him
If you never got the chance to get to know him you wouldn’t thought too much of him
Folks said he was half mean if that was so that’s all the mean he had to be
As big as he was
He was my daddy and he raised me
The northeast Arkansas Mississippi County bootlegger
I can’t say that all he did in his life was always right
I’ve heard talk back before I was born that he killed a man in a fight
But all I know about him was how he took care of his own
And some he didn’t have to
They’d shun him through the day but at night they’d bow
From the northeast Arkansas Mississippi County bootlegger
[ dobro ]
He was ma daddy and he raised me
The northeast Arkansas Mississippi County bootlegger
My mama used to take me down to the croosroard church on Sunday
The deacons and the ladies would talk about us and how we got our money
But that didn’t stop them
When they decided they wanted a brand new sanctuary they came to see mama
And the house of God was paid for
By the northeast Arkansas Mississippi County bootlegger
Now a man can only do the best he can by those he loves
And maybe the livin’ he made for us some others were jealous of
The law of the land said he couldn’t do it
But there’s also the law of supply and demand if it hadn’t been him
It might have been someone who wasn’t as honest
As the northeast Arkansas Mississippi County bootlegger
Yeah he was a good man when he died I cried
For the northeast Arkansas Mississippi County bootlegger

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What’s the difference between a Ranger and a mule? A mule knows when to give up.

Some have a mistaken idea I am superman and I can do things other men cannot. Horseshit. My advantage in this world is being dumber then a mule. I have failed to achieve practically every goal I set. Sometimes because of my own inabilities. Sometimes because of events somewhat beyond my control. Mostly a combination of the two. My marriage went to shit because I elected to listen to my ex-wife’s minor complaints and the church men giving me advice. I didn’t fight in the UFC. I stopped three rounds with my chest instead, but I cannot say for certain getting shot was the only reason. Getting shot dropped me from the pinnacle of special operations down to being a grunt. Lower down the food chain then where I started. I ended up loving the job and greatly respecting the average ass in the grass, dick in the dirt grunt but that was a bad time for me. I lost my family, my job and my pro sports dream at one time. I failed to total elite in power lifting and failed at turning pro in strongman. I never learned to surf with any degree of skill. I have never broken 11 seconds in the quarter mile despite my car being able to do so. Most of the girls I have wanted to stick around walked, cheated or turned into bitches.

I made it through the Ranger Indoctrination Program and Sniper School as a first time go. I bombed my very 1st mission in Ranger School and had to repeat two phases because of injuries. I fucked up and was sent home the 1st time I tried out for a SMU. I took the ass chewing, asked what I need to do to improve, followed their advice and made it 6 months later. I barely qualified on pistols and my lack of pistol skillz is still a running joke. I was terrified of water until Combat Divers Course

I have PTSD from 12 years of marriage, not combat. As bad as I thought my marriage was or losing my health, family, career and dreams of fighting in the UFC, losing my brother has been worse. I struggle everyday with that one and always will.

Physically I am a wreck; my lung capacity is 43% of normal. Fat kids are in better shape than me and I am exhausted all the time and always will be because I struggle to breath. I have been blown up 7 times with the corresponding traumatic brain injuries. That’s a fucking bitch to deal with. I have to constantly evaluate my mental state; am I correct or being pig stubborn? Am I remembering this event correctly? Most days I cannot recall the basic background information of my life without serious mental effort. Middle school stuff can stump and frustrated. I have scars from knife wounds. I have been told I’d never lift, run etc again more times than I can count. I have dislocated my hip twice and walk with a cane. Not frequently but I keep one in my car just in case. I cannot hear for shit in social settings and should use a hearing aide but I am too vain. Hearing lose is a real hit to your life. My big toe and pinky toe got crushed and are now twisted to the left, fucking up my stride. My heart burn is severe and keeps me up most nights. I have torn my left bicep three times; my right twice; my right and left pec and tore my quads so bad the doc said I’d use a walker for the rest of my life.

I am short which is a huge disadvantage. I have always known this. My high school foot ball team won the State championship twice. I started as a freshmen, was voted MVP twice. Lead the state two years in tackles and sacks. I didn’t carry the ball much, but I made 1st downs and touchdowns. I did the short yardage game and played defensive end. I also played special teams. Normally my only break was half time. While bigger men with worse stats were talking about college ball, I knew I was too short and scouts told me so. Research says short men are disadvantaged in all aspects of life. For whatever oddness of my bio chemistry, I get sick and weak if my body fat gets much below 14% and carry it all around my gut. My IQ is 106. Pedestrian in every way. I am not mentally lazy. I devoted countless hours to studying. Most on practical matters, though I have my flights of fancy. I wasted time on philosophy before calling it all bullshit and sticking with the Stoics. My morality is a practical matter as well; what makes me, my kin and my tribe strong, free, prosperous etc is morally correct. Whatever weakness us is immoral, what weakens our enemies is a positive. I have seen too much of the world to believe in the softer, womanish version of morality. I am not immoral or amoral; my morality is based on the advancement of my clan and kin. Only fools fail to see the tribal warfare surrounding us

Right after my divorce, alimony, child support and paying her bills left me $300 a week. Not to mention all the emotional bullshit. My relationship with my parents is a constant battle, same with my daughter. After my brother died, I brought my sister in law and my nieces in my house, my sister in law repaid this by turning on me. The list can go on and on, but the point isn’t to catalog my grievances with the world. All these words are to set up this one statement.

If I am in any way “special” or “superior “or better than some other man, it is because I don’t give up. I get off the ground and back to fighting in a fucking hurry. I trained myself to do this. I did nothing but get my ass kicked when 1st learning to box. My old man told me the only thing I can control is me, how hard I fight, how fast I get off the floor. I do that with everything. I would rather be dead then broken and bowed down to another. That is a decision any man can make, a mindset any man can develop, if he has the determination to do so. The notion that somehow most men cannot achieve this relentless level of masculinity is bullshit. It also does a disservice to the men who have achieved XYZ. It’s very much a liberal mindset, linking success to some kind genetic lottery vs hard work and brass balls( and genes. We all do have our natural limits). All liberal mindsets are self-limiting and defeatist in nature, because liberalism is founded on tearing men down vs building them up. Building a better beta has a foot in each camp and will fail like all half measures will. Who dares wins. Not who sort of dares sort of wins

Any man can be determined and determination wins the long game of life. Especially when coupled with a disregard for the laws of men. When I was broke and had to choose between chow or running the a/c I got pissed and sold moonshine and steroids to earn cash. The Almighty God forbids neither. Most laws are written to keep beaten men down, to eliminate competition for the elites and keep them on top. I am a sinner and a crappy Christian but I am a man of God. The only laws I give a damn about are His. Laws of men are generally unworthy of respect and for damn certain when they do not match God’s laws or our ancient traditional view of justice, honor and correct masculine action. And I men ancient. Not some 1950’s womanish version of the concept. Following the law simply because it’s the law is slavish.

I am mentally and physically tougher then the most of men but I wasn’t born this way. I trained myself to be these things. I started off as 9 pounds of squalling baby flesh as everyone else. The difference between me and some other dude is I started training myself at an early age. You will never be more than a beta, useful tool of women and the State unless you put your ass on the line, get it kicked and get back up to get beat down again, and again. But don’t be a dumb ass about it. You don’t climb Mt Everest’s on your 1st day of hiking.

If you want to be the man, be the fucking man. It is your decision, but it isn’t easy. You will carry the scars on your body, mind and soul, but I promise you, it’s worth every scar, every moment of pain and suffering because the joys are savage and beyond words to describe. Unrepentant, relentless and unreconstructed masculinity is God’s second greatest gift and held exclusively for men. He set us above women, animals and all else on this earth to take dominion over all things but Himself and this gift is how. We are the men who protect the tribe and push it to the heights of achievement. Not the beta who follows the script. Betas are supporting roles; which is important but they are also playing the supporting role in their own life; letting life happen to them vs them happening to life. Being beta is safe and easy, being a man is dangerous and painful. It means freeing yourself from false constraints. Being this kind of man is neither moral nor immoral. Your actions determine that.

The great minds of Western Civilization are the other side of the same coin. Newton, Edison etc are the mental version of men like me. Relentless and unwavering in their quest to expand knowledge, thereby expanding himself and be default, his tribe. The mindset and frame is the same; the playing field is different. These men are to be respected

This last bit, I have no idea how to work it in, but I have been accused of being nihilistic. Another load of horseshit. There is no part of my life that fits the definition as I understand the term. I own houses, engage in business ventures, mentor young men, tend to my kin, support two political causes, rescue dogs, help my buddy with his horse rescue stuff, support a charity that supports SpecOps veterans and their family. I don’t believe our social ills will self correct and think men should focus their efforts on other things (building their family’s strength) but I do not waste much of my money, time, effort or the natural talents and abilities I was blessed with. Doesn’t seem any part of nihilism to me

But I get this kind of bullshit pretty often. My theory is, masculinity has been so watered down men no longer recognize it and most fear it.

Motorcycles are alpha

Motorcycles are alpha, or so the world tells me. I have been on dirt bikes and motorcycles my whole life so while extremely enjoyable, they aren’t a big deal to me, However, when thinking about it, they are most assuredly alpha. They are inherently more dangerous then cars and trucks and risk taking equals masculinity.  Bikes require an ability to endure the elements. You have to endure sun and heat, small rocks and large bugs to the face, being pelted with the rain while doing 55 mph and fight the 85 mph wind trying to push you backwards for hours at a time.  It takes a higher degree of skill and situational awareness to be on a bike. Being on a bike sets you apart from the herd and in some ways defies society’s expectations and norms. Those are alpha traits all day long, but more then possessing any of those masculine traits, being on a bike demonstrates those things. Women are not subtle, generally speaking and most displays of masculinity need to be overt. Not in a boorish or frat boy manner, not when you are 43 or 33, but they cannot leave room for doubt because doubting is what women do. Doubt feeds her hamster and the damn thing is large enough

Bikes don’t get you laid. Bikes get you noticed and getting noticed gets you laid. Most girls know nothing about bikes and in very real ways it doesn’t matter what you ride as long as you are on a sport bike or cruiser. Your Vespa, adventuring/ touring/dual sport or enduro bike looks awkward and goofy. Trikes…. are for old fat guys with old fat chicks. Can Am Spyper’s  are for middle age dudes who lack the sack to get on two wheels. That Rebel 250 is great on gas, and fun to ride in its own right but looks like something she has seen the teaming unwashed masses in China ride. Sport bikes looks fast, agile, athletic. Masculine traits women dig. Cruisers look…. a lot of of things, all of them powerful and masculine. I like cruisers with saddle bags, wing screens, highway pegs, heel toe shifter…. Big, heavy, powerful and comfy to be on for hours a day.

Sport bikes vs cruisers, which one gets you noticed the most? Its a bullshit question. Different girls are going to be into different kinds of bikes. Sport bikes might have the edge in urban settings, I don’t know, but I can tell you no college girl has turned up her nose because I was on a cruiser. If she did, I reckon its more about my over all vibe vs what she likes then the bike. Sport bikes are seen as more urban, young, yuppyish if you will. Your bike needs to match you and your style. If its out of place, chicks will pick up on that. They can smell try harder like sharks smell blood. I think cruisers have one advantage over sports bikes, Comfort for the girl when she is on back.

Brands. Most girls are not going to give a damn what brand ride. I own two Harley’s, sort of the gold standard for brand recognition in the usa, but the girls don’t care unless they are into bikes in her own right and stuck on status symbols at the same time. A small number indeed. In all my years I have seen one girl stuck on a brand and that was Ducati. She said they were orgasms on wheels. She seemed to like my cruiser well enough…….  Bikes don’t need to be customized or even in great condition. Guys on rat rod style bikes get a lot of attention, guys on custom bikes get a lot of attention, guys on sports bikes get a lot….. Got the point?

Besides demonstrating masculine traits a bike brings you three other tangible SMP advantages. #1 you always have something to do on a date. I’ve not yet meet the girl who wasn’t ok with a 30 mile ride for milkshakes as a date. My bike gets 32 miles to the gallon and milkshakes aren’t expensive either. You can extend that out as well.  #2, it gives you something to talk about. When all else fails and you need to keep a conversation going, you can always talk about your last ride, getting stuck in the rain or a close call you avoided with your skills and dare doing. Lastly it gives her something to crow about when she is talking to her gal pals about you. She tells them she rode to the next town over on the back of a bike and suddenly she is an adventurer and you’re romantic and spontaneous.