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I Played Football, and expected to take a Beating every time I came near the Ball or the Ball Carrier. But I also Hit as hard as I could too, which is not a surprise, because, Controlled All-Out-Violence is a Major Part of what Football is all about.
It’s A Strategic War Without The Guns.
If you don’t want to get Clobbered, and possibly have a Bone or two Broken, and if you’re Worried about a Concussion . . . DON’T PLAY!
I FOUGHT IN KARATE TOURNAMENTS . . . And in Training, we had to Hit all Manner of Objects, such as Delivering Heavy Fist Punches Without Gloves, onto a Solid & Thick Upright Hardwood Board, which hardly moved when struck, covered only with some cheap outdoor/indoor Carpet to absorb the Blood, more than to Soften the Impact.
And if you wanted to Fight in our Karate Dojo (Club), using our Style of Hand-To-Hand-Combat, that’s what you did, or you Needn’t Bother Coming. And when it came to actual Tournaments, once the Referee Signaled Fight – YOU FOUGHT AS IF YOUR LIFE DEPENDED ON IT, and you expected no Mercy from your opponent. And you gave none.
I PLAYED HOCKEY . . . We Cross Checked (illegal), Hooked (illegal), Slashed (illegal), Elbowed in the Corners (illegal), Charged Against the Boards (illegal) . . . AND DROPPED OUR GLOVES TO GO AT IT MANO-A-MANO . . . ILLEGAL.
And if you WEREN’T PREPARED to do all the above, and expect all the above to be done to you, you would be better off as a Figure Skater, doing whatever the Sissy Crap They Do.
I RODE HORSES . . . Cross Country, Over Fences, Over Downed Trees, Stone Walls, and Across Ponds, Streams and Whatever . . . ALWAYS FAR MORE CONCERNED ABOUT THE WELLBEING OF THE HORSE THAN FOR MYSELF.
And every time I Came-Off, and Hit the Ground like a Ton of Bricks, I got Right Back-On, no matter how Banged-Up & Bruised I was from the Fall.
I did no shortage of Downhill Skiing, Flying down the Mountain Slopes Far Faster, and often Barely in Control than I should have been. And I can’t count the number of times I took a Fall Head-Over-Heels Rolling Down The Side of the Slope.
AND I’VE RIDDEN MY MOTORCYCLE . . . Several Times Across Our North American Continent through Wind, Rain & Sleet, but also in Plus 100-Degree Temperatures. AND I STILL RIDE.
I DID MUCH MORE THAN JUST THE PRECEDING . . . As a Youngster – I Clearly Remember, when in the Back Alleys of Hutchinson Street, on the Poor Side of Montreal where we lived, when we went to school, I LOVED PLAYING DODGE BALL & RED ROVER, which are two games NOW BANNED FROM THE SCHOOL YARDS, because they’re Too Rough, Rugged & Competitive For Young Guys To Play . . . So Say The “Educator” Pussies.
And when we weren’t Beating the Crap out of each other as Preteens in the School Yards, we were Jumping from 3-Story Roof Tops – from one to the other, to see who could Run the Line of Roof Tops the Fastest, and which one of us would “Chicken-Out” First.
AND THEN THERE WERE THE BIKE WARS . . . Children – Riding against each other on our Bicycles, with Hockey Sticks held in our Arms like JOUSTING LANCES, trying to Knock each other off our Respective Bikes, very often to Impress the Girls.
THERE WAS MUCH MORE . . . But from the Preceding, I’m sure you’re getting the Idea, that we WEREN’T WIMPS, and we didn’t Flinch, and our Parents had just Two Rules . . . “DON’T TAKE OUT AN EYE . . . AND BE BACK BEFORE SUPPER”.
WE ALL GOT HURT . . . Plenty of Cuts, Bruises, Sprains & Some Broken Bones . . . AND WE ALL SURVIVED . . . And if we got a Black-Eye from a Fight, we wore it like a Badge of Courage, because we at Least had the Guts to Fight, whether we Won or Lost. And in spite of all of this, most of us Went-On to become Successful & Productive Leaders, Workers & Producers in our Respective Fields.
And Being The Best Had NOTHING To Do With Our Success. What made us who we were (are), wasn’t just how well we performed . . . BUT WHETHER WE PERFORMED AT ALL.
When Anne & I Travel through FLYOVER-COUNTRY . . . and in the Deep South like Texas, we’re back to an ERA – LIKE WHEN WE WERE KIDS, where in this Day & Age of Sissies, FLYOVER-COUNTRY-CHILDREN Compete Hard, Play Hard, Fight Hard, Take-It On The Chin . . . AND THEN COME BACK FOR MORE.
SO IT’S EASY TO SEE . . . Why Northern and Both-Coast LEFTIST Wimps like to Label FLYOVER People and their Children as RED NECKS, because, if you Can’t Beat Them Or Even Keep Up with Them . . . YOU DELEGITIMIZE YOUR OPPONENTS THROUGH LIES & DISTORTIONS.
Until I REALLY TRAVELED the Deep South & FLYOVER-COUNTRY – from Hollywood & Television, I assumed that all States like Arkansas were the INCESTUOUS Capitals of the World, where everyone was somehow Brain Damaged & Played Banjos Between Sleeping with their Sisters or Mothers.
BOY WAS I EVER SURPRISED . . . When I First Met True Southerners, and the Folk of FLYOVER-COUNTRY, because they were nothing at all like Hollywood and Television Portrayed them to be. In fact, these People were the Epitome of the Character that made America Great BEFORE THE LEFT had a go at Tearing it all Apart.
If you Hit Too Hard in Football, you’re Penalized. If you Fight in Hockey, you’re Ejected from the Game. If you Downhill Ski, you better Wear a Helmet. If you Ride a Bicycle on the City Block where you live, you also better Wear a Helmet. If you get into a Fight in school, look forward to a Suspension, unless of course, if you’re a Gangbanger, Gangbanger Wannabe or a Child of a Racial Minority.
LEFTIST KIDS WILL NEVER MEASURE-UP . . . because NO-ONE can Teach WIMPS, who are Raised on the Religion of Entitlements – Real Values, Competitiveness, Courage, Fearlessness, The Agony of Defeat, How to Get-Up and keep Fighting no matter how many times you were Knocked Down, with the Determination to Make it on Your Own Against all Odds.
If Today’s Kids Can’t Measure-Up . . . Tomorrow’s Adults Won’t Either.
And Simply by using this Reality as a Future Metric, and a Clear Understanding of where we are and where we’re Heading . . . THAT’S WHY THE LEFT HATES US, because they know, deep in their Collective Heart, whether they will admit it or not, they will Never Be As Good & Independent As We Are . . . AND THEY WILL NEVER MEASURE-UP.
It Doesn’t Bode Well At All . . . But I’d Rather Be where we are on the Right, than where they are on the LEFT.
Best Regards . . . Howard Galganov