Yesterday, I wrote about my physical fitness gains, arguably the most boring post ever posted at z’GOC.
Today, it is relevant.
I’m an overweight 38-year-old man trying to get in shape for a hedonistic pleasure-trip to Central America, and as I read commentary after commentary about Leon Panetta’s decision to allow womynz into combat roles in theaters of war, I keep getting madder and madder.
No, madder isn’t a word, or it shouldn’t be.
I’m middle-aged, I’m not that strong etc. Yet, even with my flabby 38-year-old body, I’m stronger than most American womynz – I’d wager I’m stronger than 99 percent of American women older than 18 and younger the 40. Again – as a man I’m not that strong. In a fight, I’d beat all but the most technically trained womynz, not because I’m SuperTough, but because – newsflash – I’m a metric-ton stronger than most womynz.
A nice test of strength is the deadlift – you bend down and pick up a barbell with weight. Its meaning is strength, nothing more or less. It doesn’t test dedication or will or patriotism or the eyeofthetiger or what-have-you, but it does test how much weight you can pick up off the ground. I can pick up 440 pounds off the ground. Of the most in-shape womynz you know, most don’t even know what four plates and change look like on a barbell. Know why?
Because women aren’t as strong as men, and most have no desire to be anywhere near that strong. And … there’s nothing wrong with that.
And I’m oldish. And weakish.
But … I’m a man. If a draft were instituted tomorrow, I’d be out of the range of draftees – I’m that old now.
America hasn’t been attacked from without for what, 72 years? Pearl Harbor, yes? Not talking terrorism, just pure, unabashed, flag-flying-fuck-you attacked. Woe be to those who unleash the dogs of war, but allow me a caveat: woe be those who are paid to deal with the dogs of war and send bitches to repel the dogs.
As crude as that is, this isn’t misogyny I operate from the bizarre notion that men and women are different, and even more bizarre, that wars involving men from less-enlightened cultures need men from our own culture to fight. Sending a First-World woman into a Third-World hellhole to fight is not only inviting chaos, it’s just plain stupid.
Oh, and rape.
And torture.
And all the other glorious things American womynz, well-intentioned as they may be, can expect when they’re, er, captured, by men who still live in what most American womyz would consider the Stone Age.
I’m ignorant of American military culture. Reading thought-pieces from the last two days, reacting to Panetta’s dictum, from men and women in America’s military has been an eye-opener of sorts. I’ve not served, will never serve, never wanted to serve, etc. That said, I’m a citizen, and I know this: I have no interest, desire, want, need or what have you to have combat roles politicized, which is what this decision is.
There are awful, awful jobs that are rewarded in this country, and after the rewards come the honors, and none of them come close to equaling the sacrifice of the men who do them. As shocking as it may be, there does exist a category known as “Men’s Work” and combat infantry positions are among them – they exist for men not to exclude women, and not even to protect women – they exist because they can only be done by a certain caliber of men.
This will backfire, and it was a terrible move on Panetta’s part.
Why do Democrats want to hamstring this country? Got me?
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