Fighting.

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Just the other day I watched two boys tussle.  Before that I saw some boys in a physical debate.  In neither case was the issue settled.  None of the boys really knew a thing about fighting.  My instinct was to instruct.  Some number of unnamed aspects of my mind told me to bite my lip and to 'keep it shut'.  I could, technically, teach these boys how to block, throw a punch, and get their minds activated.  I could teach them many things.  How to stand, how to grab, how to use the arm or leg of their opponent, or even his mass or momentum if that might take just a bit longer to get set in.  Yes, much.  I could make them into fearsome young combatants.  They were not my children.  For several reasons, teaching them would be wrong.  Who knows what the sensibilities of the parents are, though most likely they do not want their boys learning combat skills beyond what they get in roughhousing.  I don't have the authority, nor would I request it.   

I realize that most grown men grew up without ever having actually fought a fight to a conclusion.  Few are those who know the very basics of fighting.  They don't know how much a punch hurts, nor how to deal with the pain.  Schools have cracked down, parents who are too busy crack down so as to have hassle free children.  While some boys go ahead, what I found in my fights is that quite often even bullies have very poor skills.  The elite usually have even less.  Imagine declawing a cat, then putting it outdoors.  Wouldn't that be cruel?  That is what is being done to men in this country.  Civility is fine, but it is just one aspect.  And it shouldn't be the only one for men for many reasons.  Civility, when dominant in men, means surrender.  And it shows in this nation.

Should I have boys, they will learn to fight.  They will learn to defend themselves.  They will learn that size doesn't matter, with some attention to detail and using the brain as the primary fighting tool.  Having fought, for the most part, older and bigger boys, and sometimes in multiples, I know what it means to stand up against the odds.  As it discusses in the bible, just show up, God does the work.  Or, that is how it seemed at times.  Of course, if you can avoid the fight, all the better.  God may be with you but He leaves the bruises, bloody lip, and sore hands.  There is a time to fight, and if you do your best to live an honest life, and you find yourself fighting, most likely you didn't get to choose the time.  My boys would be prepared.

Was it public school, as a rule, that has broken the will of American men?  Was it feminism, medicine, psychology, a combination, or something else?  Men used to learn these things.  They learned the pecking order, when to challenge it, and how.  Men are lost in this world, not because they have changed but because the world has changed.  Too much wealth?  To much of an emphasis on peace?  I don't know.  And while I don't want my sons to go through what I went through I also don't want them to be like the boys that give up everything to the bully, to include their dignity.  My boys won't be Democrats by design, or sit to pee.

Just... thinking.  Oh, the wife will learn to shoot, should I find one.  A decent 9 mm will be hers, if I might start her out with a .38 special.  One thing I have noticed, either with hand or arms is that when someone steps into the league of self assurance they become a lot less unstable, a lot less hostile, and much more security minded.  They do not wander into bad areas "without thinking".  They don't go out at night "looking for fun".  They don't involve themselves in the business of people who they shouldn't even speak to.  Yes, and that is right.

Yes, just thinking.