It all depends on how you decide to raise your kids. You could do it so that:
Today
From the day he is born, boy is taught that reading and math are important. By age 6, boy is programming video games. By 18, he is a technological wizard who requires “quiet spaces” to do his work earning a great salary.
John Angelo
February 12, 2016 5:30 pm
By 2020, the modern 14 year-old Millennial boy in Caifornia:
•has used a male/female restroom most of his life.
•has only known non gender-specific toys and clothes.
•has avoided sports because he might get hurt and losing makes him sad.
•has his hair dyed purple and quite possibly a tattoo.
•has never known a world without readily accessible porn since he grew up with an iDevice in hand.
•has only known Barack Obama (and God forbid Hillary Clinton) as his country’s leader.
•has been told blacks, Hispanics, transgenders, Muslims, illegal immigrants, homosexuals, sports stars, and Hollywood celebrities are his role models.
•has been educated to believe government is the ultimate provider in regards to his education from pre-school through grad school, from housing to health care, for his food and water, directing his career and financial decisions, and managing his retirement.
This is your fundamental hope and change, America. Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind.
Unforgivable
February 12, 2016 5:54 pm
My dad was a boy scout leader for 13 years. He retired before I started, but, even still, I got kicked out as a Tenderfoot for fighting and profanity.
Years later, coming out of a bar one time, my friends and I caught these guys trying to kick the rear view mirrors off my car. We proceeded to kick their asses and the cops came and put us all in jail.
I ended up being in a cell with two of the enemy. There were three gray, vinyl-type bed/atts in the concrete cell. When I woke up the next morning, I was laying on one of the bedmatts, had myself covered with the other and was using the final one as a pillow as I looked at the other two guys shivering on the floor.
True story. Swear to God.
The key is deciding to never surrender first and foremost. If you don’t do this in your mind, you will only get confused when the shit comes down and when it matters most…
Iska Waran
February 12, 2016 5:56 pm
Pirate Jo, How are your kids doing on their calculus?
Westcoaster
February 12, 2016 6:05 pm
@Unforgivable: Thanks for that inspiring, uplifting story.
Elpidio Corona
February 12, 2016 6:19 pm
Iska, we might have an induction ceremony for you. Welcome to the troll side!
May the farce be with you.
bb
February 12, 2016 6:28 pm
Undecided , so you’re saying you was a bad ass ? Only one BAD ass on the site and that’s Billy. Be careful.
Elpidio Corona
February 12, 2016 6:33 pm
bb, Unwound is imitating you. If he gets a cat, your toast.
Billy
February 12, 2016 6:51 pm
I am not a badass.
Just a man. And getting older. And I know it.
I got one, maybe two good fights left in me, and I know that too. So, I behave myself. Most of the time.
My father always told me “No matter how badass you think you are, there will always be someone else who can kick your ass”. And he was right. I’ve gotten my ass kicked plenty of times. Difference is, I ain’t afraid of a nosebleed or loose teeth or a cracked rib. That shit is old news. I’m just thankful when I wake up in the morning, I’m still on this side of the grass and drawing breath. For now, anyways…
Elpidio Corona
February 12, 2016 7:03 pm
Billy for the purposes of this blog, your a badass. You earned the rep, now live with it.
We all know bb is a nice hard-working guy but here he is known as a wise-ass.
Hollow Man
February 12, 2016 7:06 pm
One of my kids is a motocrosser. Other baseball. Not pussies.
Unforgivable
February 12, 2016 7:13 pm
bb says: “No matter how badass you think you are, there will always be someone else who can kick your ass”.
Probably true. I haven’t met ’em yet tho? Still waiting. I’ve puked up bigger things than Billy. Sorry. (Not really). It doesn’t mean I don’t love Billy, tho. Cuz I do. I think he’s fuckin’ awesome…
Unforgivable
February 12, 2016 7:15 pm
Got Billy & bb mixed up. Doesn’t matter. Love you both. Keep kicking ass…
Unforgivable
February 12, 2016 7:39 pm
PS – to Billy – I’m getting older too. It’s not for sissies. I saw both my parents wind down like a wind-up clock. Once you hit the 80’s& 90’s, it goes downhill pretty quick. Also, I gave seen it with friends & relatives who got sick, etc. For now, tho – I choose to “rage against the dying of the light”. Doesn’t matter. In the end, we all have a date with humility. Have a good evening. I’m out for now…
Pirate Jo
February 12, 2016 7:55 pm
Iska, little pugs can’t learn calculus!
Elpidio Corona
February 12, 2016 8:55 pm
And yet, PJ, when Fido runs out to catch a ball in the air, he is using calculus.
I guess it’s like Stucky’s bumblebee that doesn’t know it can’t fly.
Unconscionable
February 12, 2016 9:52 pm
PS – I M back 4 this last comment. Call me a fag, whatever, but I like to cook. Try this for the best popcorn you ever had: 1/4 + cup of olive oil + 3/4 to 1 cup of popcorn on the stove in bigger pan ( covered with aluminum foil & small hole at the top – or a lid). Then mix in a large paper bag with sea salt & real butter. Your family will love it 10 times more then microwave popcorn. & its better for you. Try it. It’s awesome..
Unconscionable
February 12, 2016 10:05 pm
PS – don’t forget to shake the the popcorn while it’s popping. It’s the old fashion way and way better than Jiffy Pop from the old days. Just sayin’…
Unconscionable
February 12, 2016 10:12 pm
And finally – it’s best to melt the butter slightly in the microwave prior to mixing with the popcorn. This works best.
Francis Marion
February 12, 2016 11:46 pm
Billy writes;
“My father always told me “No matter how badass you think you are, there will always be someone else who can kick your ass”. And he was right. I’ve gotten my ass kicked plenty of times. Difference is, I ain’t afraid of a nosebleed or loose teeth or a cracked rib. That shit is old news. I’m just thankful when I wake up in the morning, I’m still on this side of the grass and drawing breath. For now, anyways…”
I was going to write pretty much the exact same thing. My old man used to also add – “Son, don’t ever start a fight but for Christ’s sake if someone starts one with you make damn good and sure you finish it.”
I’m not a tough guy to speak of – short, stalky and not very fast. Moreover, my body is so fucked up from sports and doing stupid shit when I was young by this stage (mid 40’s) that if I was to ever entertain the idea of fighting again it could be the end of me. And I know it. That being said I’m glad that fighting was a normal part of my upbringing living where and when I did. It’s good to know what your own blood tastes like in your sinuses as you get your ass kicked. It’s equally good to know the sound of your opponents jaw cracking as you put your ham through his face. Both are excellent life lessons that help us to understand important things as we get older:
A) Manners – use em or risk getting your ass handed to you
B) Timing – know when to keep your mouth shout
C) Rules – if you understand and abide by rule a and rule b and you have to fight then the rule is there are no rules.
All these lessons serve us well as we become men – if we choose to learn them. They are useful in many aspects of our existence. The pussies we are raising today won’t survive when the shit hits the fan. They’ll pee their pants and die of a stroke at the first sign of trouble.
The flip side is that the ones that aren’t being raised as complete pussies are being raised as animals. They have no boundaries, no honour and no humanity. As violent as we could be as kids we never fought with others who were not able. We treated women with respect and listened to our parents. There is no longer an ‘in between’. It’s one extreme or the other. It’s fucked up.
Sensetti
February 13, 2016 12:21 am
There are very few men walking around just different degrees of pussies with a male appendage. I’m 54 yrs old lift weights and know I can kick the shit out of Minnie’s in groups of three, young men are very soft weak and won’t take pain! I know this sweet spot I’m standing won’t last forever, but it stands for now!
Elpidio Corona
February 13, 2016 1:44 am
Sensetti, the tragedy of beautiful people is that they live in a world where everybody else is ugly.
That would suck, I’m glad to be who I am because from this point of view, everybody else is attractive, smart and interesting. It’s not that I’m humble, it’s just that I have a mirror and a good memory of the shit I’ve pulled.
Gil
February 13, 2016 2:01 am
You skipped the part where Spartans don’t raise deformed or weak children.
Llpoh
February 13, 2016 5:37 am
At a high school football game in East Texas, when I was about thirty, and in line for a hotdog, a young man cut in line in front of an older gentleman who was just in front of me, nicely dressed in cowboy hat, jeans, etc.
The older gent told the young man he could not cut in line. The punt man began to hr eaten the old man, who calmly stood his ground. The young man finally said ” I am going to drop you”.
I stepped forward shoulder to shoulder with the old man and said to the young “I doubt very much you can handle this gentleman, but I am damn certain you cannot handle us both. You need to move along.” And move along he did, very quietly. The old man gave me a small nod, and we went back to peacefully waiting in line.
The young man may not have survived the encounter wth the older. I have seen his type before. And they are very dangerous if need be.
The world has not progressed well. There is little respect, little wisdom, and the young have no one to straighten them out anymore.
hardscrabble farmer
February 13, 2016 6:54 am
He who wishes to fight must first count the cost.
Llpoh
February 13, 2016 7:17 am
Hardscrabble – that quote came as part of a passage about keeping focused on victory. It s meant as advice for generals waging war.
As a stand alone comment, I disagree wth the quote entirely.
People must fight against tyranny even if the likelihood is defeat. Failure to fight is what allows tyrants, bullies, dictators to take root.
Fight them at every turn.
Undaunted
February 13, 2016 10:33 am
Amid my seemingly UNending arrogance and bravado (it’s just an attitude that works for me), my popcorn posts above were meant to demonstrate my ultimate belief of that which makes a true “man”: As one who loves and takes care of those around him.
We’re lovers. We’re fighters. We’re TBP writers.
bb's kat
February 14, 2016 1:04 am
bb is easy to take down just kick him in his truck driving roids. Seen it many times. Poor bastid.
It all depends on how you decide to raise your kids. You could do it so that:
Today
From the day he is born, boy is taught that reading and math are important. By age 6, boy is programming video games. By 18, he is a technological wizard who requires “quiet spaces” to do his work earning a great salary.
By 2020, the modern 14 year-old Millennial boy in Caifornia:
•has used a male/female restroom most of his life.
•has only known non gender-specific toys and clothes.
•has avoided sports because he might get hurt and losing makes him sad.
•has his hair dyed purple and quite possibly a tattoo.
•has never known a world without readily accessible porn since he grew up with an iDevice in hand.
•has only known Barack Obama (and God forbid Hillary Clinton) as his country’s leader.
•has been told blacks, Hispanics, transgenders, Muslims, illegal immigrants, homosexuals, sports stars, and Hollywood celebrities are his role models.
•has been educated to believe government is the ultimate provider in regards to his education from pre-school through grad school, from housing to health care, for his food and water, directing his career and financial decisions, and managing his retirement.
This is your fundamental hope and change, America. Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind.
My dad was a boy scout leader for 13 years. He retired before I started, but, even still, I got kicked out as a Tenderfoot for fighting and profanity.
Years later, coming out of a bar one time, my friends and I caught these guys trying to kick the rear view mirrors off my car. We proceeded to kick their asses and the cops came and put us all in jail.
I ended up being in a cell with two of the enemy. There were three gray, vinyl-type bed/atts in the concrete cell. When I woke up the next morning, I was laying on one of the bedmatts, had myself covered with the other and was using the final one as a pillow as I looked at the other two guys shivering on the floor.
True story. Swear to God.
The key is deciding to never surrender first and foremost. If you don’t do this in your mind, you will only get confused when the shit comes down and when it matters most…
Pirate Jo, How are your kids doing on their calculus?
@Unforgivable: Thanks for that inspiring, uplifting story.
Iska, we might have an induction ceremony for you. Welcome to the troll side!
May the farce be with you.
Undecided , so you’re saying you was a bad ass ? Only one BAD ass on the site and that’s Billy. Be careful.
bb, Unwound is imitating you. If he gets a cat, your toast.
I am not a badass.
Just a man. And getting older. And I know it.
I got one, maybe two good fights left in me, and I know that too. So, I behave myself. Most of the time.
My father always told me “No matter how badass you think you are, there will always be someone else who can kick your ass”. And he was right. I’ve gotten my ass kicked plenty of times. Difference is, I ain’t afraid of a nosebleed or loose teeth or a cracked rib. That shit is old news. I’m just thankful when I wake up in the morning, I’m still on this side of the grass and drawing breath. For now, anyways…
Billy for the purposes of this blog, your a badass. You earned the rep, now live with it.
We all know bb is a nice hard-working guy but here he is known as a wise-ass.
One of my kids is a motocrosser. Other baseball. Not pussies.
bb says: “No matter how badass you think you are, there will always be someone else who can kick your ass”.
Probably true. I haven’t met ’em yet tho? Still waiting. I’ve puked up bigger things than Billy. Sorry. (Not really). It doesn’t mean I don’t love Billy, tho. Cuz I do. I think he’s fuckin’ awesome…
Got Billy & bb mixed up. Doesn’t matter. Love you both. Keep kicking ass…
PS – to Billy – I’m getting older too. It’s not for sissies. I saw both my parents wind down like a wind-up clock. Once you hit the 80’s& 90’s, it goes downhill pretty quick. Also, I gave seen it with friends & relatives who got sick, etc. For now, tho – I choose to “rage against the dying of the light”. Doesn’t matter. In the end, we all have a date with humility. Have a good evening. I’m out for now…
Iska, little pugs can’t learn calculus!
And yet, PJ, when Fido runs out to catch a ball in the air, he is using calculus.
I guess it’s like Stucky’s bumblebee that doesn’t know it can’t fly.
PS – I M back 4 this last comment. Call me a fag, whatever, but I like to cook. Try this for the best popcorn you ever had: 1/4 + cup of olive oil + 3/4 to 1 cup of popcorn on the stove in bigger pan ( covered with aluminum foil & small hole at the top – or a lid). Then mix in a large paper bag with sea salt & real butter. Your family will love it 10 times more then microwave popcorn. & its better for you. Try it. It’s awesome..
PS – don’t forget to shake the the popcorn while it’s popping. It’s the old fashion way and way better than Jiffy Pop from the old days. Just sayin’…
And finally – it’s best to melt the butter slightly in the microwave prior to mixing with the popcorn. This works best.
Billy writes;
“My father always told me “No matter how badass you think you are, there will always be someone else who can kick your ass”. And he was right. I’ve gotten my ass kicked plenty of times. Difference is, I ain’t afraid of a nosebleed or loose teeth or a cracked rib. That shit is old news. I’m just thankful when I wake up in the morning, I’m still on this side of the grass and drawing breath. For now, anyways…”
I was going to write pretty much the exact same thing. My old man used to also add – “Son, don’t ever start a fight but for Christ’s sake if someone starts one with you make damn good and sure you finish it.”
I’m not a tough guy to speak of – short, stalky and not very fast. Moreover, my body is so fucked up from sports and doing stupid shit when I was young by this stage (mid 40’s) that if I was to ever entertain the idea of fighting again it could be the end of me. And I know it. That being said I’m glad that fighting was a normal part of my upbringing living where and when I did. It’s good to know what your own blood tastes like in your sinuses as you get your ass kicked. It’s equally good to know the sound of your opponents jaw cracking as you put your ham through his face. Both are excellent life lessons that help us to understand important things as we get older:
A) Manners – use em or risk getting your ass handed to you
B) Timing – know when to keep your mouth shout
C) Rules – if you understand and abide by rule a and rule b and you have to fight then the rule is there are no rules.
All these lessons serve us well as we become men – if we choose to learn them. They are useful in many aspects of our existence. The pussies we are raising today won’t survive when the shit hits the fan. They’ll pee their pants and die of a stroke at the first sign of trouble.
The flip side is that the ones that aren’t being raised as complete pussies are being raised as animals. They have no boundaries, no honour and no humanity. As violent as we could be as kids we never fought with others who were not able. We treated women with respect and listened to our parents. There is no longer an ‘in between’. It’s one extreme or the other. It’s fucked up.
There are very few men walking around just different degrees of pussies with a male appendage. I’m 54 yrs old lift weights and know I can kick the shit out of Minnie’s in groups of three, young men are very soft weak and won’t take pain! I know this sweet spot I’m standing won’t last forever, but it stands for now!
Sensetti, the tragedy of beautiful people is that they live in a world where everybody else is ugly.
That would suck, I’m glad to be who I am because from this point of view, everybody else is attractive, smart and interesting. It’s not that I’m humble, it’s just that I have a mirror and a good memory of the shit I’ve pulled.
You skipped the part where Spartans don’t raise deformed or weak children.
At a high school football game in East Texas, when I was about thirty, and in line for a hotdog, a young man cut in line in front of an older gentleman who was just in front of me, nicely dressed in cowboy hat, jeans, etc.
The older gent told the young man he could not cut in line. The punt man began to hr eaten the old man, who calmly stood his ground. The young man finally said ” I am going to drop you”.
I stepped forward shoulder to shoulder with the old man and said to the young “I doubt very much you can handle this gentleman, but I am damn certain you cannot handle us both. You need to move along.” And move along he did, very quietly. The old man gave me a small nod, and we went back to peacefully waiting in line.
The young man may not have survived the encounter wth the older. I have seen his type before. And they are very dangerous if need be.
The world has not progressed well. There is little respect, little wisdom, and the young have no one to straighten them out anymore.
He who wishes to fight must first count the cost.
Hardscrabble – that quote came as part of a passage about keeping focused on victory. It s meant as advice for generals waging war.
As a stand alone comment, I disagree wth the quote entirely.
People must fight against tyranny even if the likelihood is defeat. Failure to fight is what allows tyrants, bullies, dictators to take root.
Fight them at every turn.
Amid my seemingly UNending arrogance and bravado (it’s just an attitude that works for me), my popcorn posts above were meant to demonstrate my ultimate belief of that which makes a true “man”: As one who loves and takes care of those around him.
We’re lovers. We’re fighters. We’re TBP writers.
bb is easy to take down just kick him in his truck driving roids. Seen it many times. Poor bastid.