The Lone Ranger, Robin Hood, Superman, Hopalong Cassidy, Skyking, Cisco Kid, Roy Rogers etc.
nightingale
September 18, 2015 9:35 am
Nathan Hale
Wip
September 18, 2015 10:13 am
Daniel Boone, my dad, my older brother on occasion, Geronimo.
Francis Marion
September 18, 2015 10:14 am
Dang – this question was made for me!
It was – can you guess??????
That’s right.
Wayne Gretzky.
Oh.
And the Swampfox was pretty cool too.
B
September 18, 2015 10:16 am
Roberto Clemente
Stucky
September 18, 2015 10:30 am
Mei Deek …. if the amount of time I spent with her is any indication.
hardscrabble farmer
September 18, 2015 10:41 am
My Uncle and Thomas Jefferson.
Iska Waran
September 18, 2015 10:46 am
Colonel Hogan. My dad only became my hero after I became a dad.
Bea Lever
September 18, 2015 11:08 am
SGT. Bilko on “The Phil Silver’s Show”. Even as a child I could recognize the talent Joos had for shaking down the sheep. Private Doberman’s pockets were cleaned out regularly by SGt. Bilko.
Then I grew up and found out that the goyim don’t have the same talent and if they did they go to jail unlike Wall Street and the FED. Life is not fair, the deck is stacked against us, no more heroes for me.
Maggie
September 18, 2015 11:41 am
Marshall Matt Dillon on Gunsmoke
goofyfoot
September 18, 2015 12:40 pm
Mom
OldeVirginian
September 18, 2015 1:01 pm
Gilligan. My grandfathers. Dick nixon. Thomas jefferson. My 6th grade teacher (actually she was a goddess not hero.) jimmy stewart. Ed sullivan. My sunday school teacher. Maybe even my pop god rest his soul.
Archie
September 18, 2015 1:05 pm
Bobby Clarke, my favorite athlete of all time. I played hockey with his son when in high school. One game, Clarkie was in the stands. I had a break away and flubbed it. Story of my life.
TE
September 18, 2015 1:06 pm
My Grandpa. Amelia Earhart. My two uncles that were serving in the Navy during ‘nam.
My dad for getting up and going to work everyday, no matter how sick, tired, in pain or depressed he was.
AnarchoPagan
September 18, 2015 1:27 pm
Aragorn. Prince Benedict of Amber. Valentine Michael Smith. Konstantine Karaghiosis. Lazarus Long. Mahasamatman. Conan of Cimmeria. Tros of Samothrace. etc.
Lysander
September 18, 2015 2:36 pm
Generals- Heinz Guderian, Gerd von Rundstedt, Erwin Rommel, George Patton, Omar Bradley.
People I knew personally- My Father, who was a war hero and an all around hero his whole life.
And I can never forget the influence of Mad magazine and it’s hero- Alfred E. Neuman. His is the motto of all preppers everywhere: ‘What, me worry?’
DRUD
September 18, 2015 4:04 pm
TE – so funny you mention your grandfather and Amelia Earhart. My grandfather wasn’t my hero growing up (I was not even 2 when he died) but he has become more and more a hero to me as I’ve grown. He lived an amazing life, a true adventurer–including owning a Dude Ranch on the edge of the wilderness in WY where George Putnam and Amelia Earhart were regular guests. In fact, my grandfather was building a cabin for her in 1937 when she disappeared.
yahsure
September 18, 2015 5:12 pm
My Dad, My gun nut uncle and Bruce Lee and Kwai Chang Cain. George Washington. Now Jesus would be at the top of the list.
phoolish
September 18, 2015 5:13 pm
Terry Bradshaw
Maurice Richard
Bobby Hull
IndenturedServant
September 18, 2015 5:19 pm
Again, my father. For a time I considered a race car driver named Benny Parsons a hero but not for anything he did on the racetrack.
Westcoaster
September 18, 2015 5:59 pm
Roy Rogers, Superman, et al. I was attending a DJ convention in Nashville back in 1970 and stepped out to have a smoke when a stretch limo got my attention as it pulled to the curb. I walked toward it to see if it was someone famous, and low and behold it was Roy Rogers and Dale Evans! The funny part is, they thought I was their greeter, so I played along, welcomed them, and opened the door to the hall for them.
Anonymous
September 18, 2015 6:24 pm
Believe it or not, Roy Chapman Andrews, the author of “All About Dinosaurs” (early childhood, 6-8). When middle childhood (9-11) came around, it was a toss-up between Charlie Connerly (NY Giants QB) and my rags-to-riches immigrant grandpa, a tough cookie who was also a regional master in bridge. Over time, Grandpa trumped Charlie.
Montefrío
September 18, 2015 6:39 pm
I’m the above anonymous: why does this comment system sometimes blank out one’s name?
I forgot to add that Grandpa also shot a mean stick in snooker and carried a blackthorn walking stick with a silver pommel and broke some loudmouth slob’s nose with it at a NY Giants game, an incident I can see in my mind’s eye as clearly as if it were yesterday. A portrait photo of him is behind me as I write. I was with my father at his death bed when my father said to him “See you tomorrow, dad” and he replied “No. You won’t. I’ll see you next in hell”. Much as I loved him, I’d rather not see either of them again.
I guess the question depends on the meaning of ‘IS’. My hero right now is LLPOH. I never met a person with his passion for integrity and his willingness to go to the mat to defend her.
Now, EL Doggy doesn’t really exist but he’s a disc jockey’s invention. Still, when I listen to him insisting that women (and men) should be honest and dependable mates, I imagine I’m hearing LLPOH’s voice.
Saratoga
September 18, 2015 10:32 pm
AnarchoPagan – Thanks for the Lazurus Long mention, brought back long tucked away memories.
The Lone Ranger, Robin Hood, Superman, Hopalong Cassidy, Skyking, Cisco Kid, Roy Rogers etc.
Nathan Hale
Daniel Boone, my dad, my older brother on occasion, Geronimo.
Dang – this question was made for me!
It was – can you guess??????
That’s right.
Wayne Gretzky.
Oh.
And the Swampfox was pretty cool too.
Roberto Clemente
Mei Deek …. if the amount of time I spent with her is any indication.
My Uncle and Thomas Jefferson.
Colonel Hogan. My dad only became my hero after I became a dad.
SGT. Bilko on “The Phil Silver’s Show”. Even as a child I could recognize the talent Joos had for shaking down the sheep. Private Doberman’s pockets were cleaned out regularly by SGt. Bilko.
Then I grew up and found out that the goyim don’t have the same talent and if they did they go to jail unlike Wall Street and the FED. Life is not fair, the deck is stacked against us, no more heroes for me.
Marshall Matt Dillon on Gunsmoke
Mom
Gilligan. My grandfathers. Dick nixon. Thomas jefferson. My 6th grade teacher (actually she was a goddess not hero.) jimmy stewart. Ed sullivan. My sunday school teacher. Maybe even my pop god rest his soul.
Bobby Clarke, my favorite athlete of all time. I played hockey with his son when in high school. One game, Clarkie was in the stands. I had a break away and flubbed it. Story of my life.
My Grandpa. Amelia Earhart. My two uncles that were serving in the Navy during ‘nam.
My dad for getting up and going to work everyday, no matter how sick, tired, in pain or depressed he was.
Aragorn. Prince Benedict of Amber. Valentine Michael Smith. Konstantine Karaghiosis. Lazarus Long. Mahasamatman. Conan of Cimmeria. Tros of Samothrace. etc.
Generals- Heinz Guderian, Gerd von Rundstedt, Erwin Rommel, George Patton, Omar Bradley.
People I knew personally- My Father, who was a war hero and an all around hero his whole life.
And I can never forget the influence of Mad magazine and it’s hero- Alfred E. Neuman. His is the motto of all preppers everywhere: ‘What, me worry?’
TE – so funny you mention your grandfather and Amelia Earhart. My grandfather wasn’t my hero growing up (I was not even 2 when he died) but he has become more and more a hero to me as I’ve grown. He lived an amazing life, a true adventurer–including owning a Dude Ranch on the edge of the wilderness in WY where George Putnam and Amelia Earhart were regular guests. In fact, my grandfather was building a cabin for her in 1937 when she disappeared.
My Dad, My gun nut uncle and Bruce Lee and Kwai Chang Cain. George Washington. Now Jesus would be at the top of the list.
Terry Bradshaw
Maurice Richard
Bobby Hull
Again, my father. For a time I considered a race car driver named Benny Parsons a hero but not for anything he did on the racetrack.
Roy Rogers, Superman, et al. I was attending a DJ convention in Nashville back in 1970 and stepped out to have a smoke when a stretch limo got my attention as it pulled to the curb. I walked toward it to see if it was someone famous, and low and behold it was Roy Rogers and Dale Evans! The funny part is, they thought I was their greeter, so I played along, welcomed them, and opened the door to the hall for them.
Believe it or not, Roy Chapman Andrews, the author of “All About Dinosaurs” (early childhood, 6-8). When middle childhood (9-11) came around, it was a toss-up between Charlie Connerly (NY Giants QB) and my rags-to-riches immigrant grandpa, a tough cookie who was also a regional master in bridge. Over time, Grandpa trumped Charlie.
I’m the above anonymous: why does this comment system sometimes blank out one’s name?
I forgot to add that Grandpa also shot a mean stick in snooker and carried a blackthorn walking stick with a silver pommel and broke some loudmouth slob’s nose with it at a NY Giants game, an incident I can see in my mind’s eye as clearly as if it were yesterday. A portrait photo of him is behind me as I write. I was with my father at his death bed when my father said to him “See you tomorrow, dad” and he replied “No. You won’t. I’ll see you next in hell”. Much as I loved him, I’d rather not see either of them again.
Forgot the link:
http://www.my-west.com/special-features/tag/carl-m-dunrud
I guess the question depends on the meaning of ‘IS’. My hero right now is LLPOH. I never met a person with his passion for integrity and his willingness to go to the mat to defend her.
Now, EL Doggy doesn’t really exist but he’s a disc jockey’s invention. Still, when I listen to him insisting that women (and men) should be honest and dependable mates, I imagine I’m hearing LLPOH’s voice.
AnarchoPagan – Thanks for the Lazurus Long mention, brought back long tucked away memories.