WHY DOES THE LEFT HATE FLYOVER-COUNTRY?
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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.
A BLACK-EYE IS A GREAT CHARACTER-BUILDER:
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”.
THE COMMONALITY OF ALL OF THIS WAS TWO-FOLD:
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.
LET ME TELL YOU WHY THE 2-SISSY LEFT-COASTS HATE FLYOVER-COUNTRY:
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.
IN TODAY’S LEFTIST SISSIFIED AMERICA & CANADA . . .
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.
IN ALL PRACTICAL REALITY – THE LEFTIST KIDS WILL NEVER MEASURE UP:
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.
HERE’S THE VERY SAD REALITY & THE UNVARNISHED TRUTH:
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.
AND HOW DOES THAT BODE FOR OUR FUTURE?
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
I AGREE WITH YOUR SENTIMENTS.
I AM 82 YEARS OLD AND AM OLD ENOUGH TO REMEMBER THE ANTI-SEMITISM THAT WAS PREVALENT IN CANADA WHERE I SPENT THE FIRST THIRTY PLUS YEARS OF MY LIFE. I LEFT FOR WARMER CLIMES OVER 40 YEARS AGO AND I STILL FOUND THE ANTI-SEMITISM HERE IN THE GOOD OLD USA. I HAVE NOTHING BUT ADMIRATION FOR THE JEWS IN ISRAEL. TOO BAD WE DON’T HAVE SOME WITH THEIR GUTS IN OUR GOVERNMENT.
KEN ADAMS, PRESCOTT, AZ
You’re right regarding bicycle helmets. I’ve had two bike accidents, broke five bones in one including a severed collarbone; fractured the other collarbone in another; cracked two helmets; & cracked the carbon frame of my bike once. I am a 35-year triathlete and I kept training & racing regardless of these injuries. I can’t run now because of I haven’t re-gained my balance after getting West Nile virus – but have done two indoor triathlons since then. So keeping on is my mantra.
In Hockey my favorite Hit was targeting a guy who was coming up the ice, looking backward for the pass up,
and timing it so I could lay my swiveling shoulder into his head.
I tried to do this at least once a game. After that, seldom did a player take such liberties
up the middle. It made em think twice, slowed them down moving out of their end and offered
more opportunities to steal the puck and gain a scoring opportunity. It usually WORKED! That was real hockey. Gone now because of liberalm
It couldn’t be said better. Kids today do nothing except play with their video games. A friend is trying to hire a mechanic apprentice. He will even take one who hasn’t finished high school. Just someone willing to work is good enough. Most don’t even show up the first day. Call them and they always have a lame excuse. Then the ones hired, simply don’t know how to work. There is always clean up work around a garage and things to put away. They simply don’t even see these things to do .
Parents who don’t parent. Over protective parents. Parents who spoil their children rotten. Parents that don’t create incentives. Parents that don’t preach a strong work ethic. Parents who are so focused on making their children NEVER have to “suffer” (as if that’s reality) the way they had to. Parents not knowing when to cut the reigns. Bingo! Here’s what you get. The I unenlightend sense of entitlement. aka The lefty!
Amen! Today’s system, educators and media do all they can to take the gusto out of the boy. Dope ’em if necessary. As kids we watched hercules, spiderman and war movies. We played with toy guns and everything was up for grabs. Today kids watch care bears and play house and watch only simpy, family friendly entertainment. Childhood has been taken away and boys are not allowed to grow into alpha males. The future for western backbone looks glum.
You raise your kids to be self supporting people of good character (conservatives) … then they go to university. It has taken over ten years for mine to shake off that liberal BS that nearly washed their brains out. Why businesses fund these schools that are anti business is a mystery.
Bicycle jousting Texas style: no hockey sticks, cut limbs from Christmas tree, grab a garbage can lid and pedal hard. The longer the Christmas tree, the better your chances of winning….and that’s what counted. Playground medicine, if it bled, rub dirt into the wound and keep going. We survived…..quite well.
I have had one broken bone hand propping my antique airplane when the engine started. learning to fly upside down when down is up and up is down, if I died it is my fault scuba diving to see how far I could go down, If I died it was my fault. Riding all kinds of motorcycles, if I died it was my fault(probably)did I get in fights It was not easy being Jewish In a small town in the 30’s and 40s in phoenix if I got beatup at least it did not kill me. here I am at 84 non the wear and happy.
These days, parents are more interested in being FRIENDS with their kids than ACTING as PARENTS!Also, being a PARENT is a lot HARDER than being a FRIEND because it requires DISCIPLINE!It’s much EASIER to let the KIDS do as they PLEASE! Kids are also NOT TAUGHT to ACCEPT RESPONSIBILITY for their ACTIONS–and also DON’T SUFFER the REPERCUSSIONS of their ACTIONS. Also, they often have to DECIDE whether they’e MALE or FEMALE in this SCREWED-UP WORLD!DRUGS also make them LAZY! GOD HELP US ALL! AMEN!
We don’t fail until we Quit.
I grew up in WV, and under much the same conditions. It is what shaped me and made me what I am. Wouldn’t trade for anything. And I’ll drink to that.
Thanks for the walk down memory lane. Raised 2 daughters, in their mid to late 20,s
“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.” Ha ha ha ha! I lived in Wyoming my whole life and thought that too. Then my ex-husband had an ‘uncle’ from Arkansas who we later found out was really his brother by incest, so we called him Uncle Brother Bill! I live near AR now and love the people and the country.
I am 71 enlisted when I was 20 when to Ranger school. Was a Ranger 10 of 12 yrs of service and 2 tours in VietNam.
One thing we all learned…we don’t leave men on the battle field and
Rangers never, never ever quit.
Great Editorial Howard. You are so right I am so fed up the children of today entitlement sissy’s, wimps. I’m lucky in my life right now to live in a small town where children are allow to be children doing the things we did when young, exerting their independence. But like you said riding bikes, playing football, baseball, roller skating where all the paraphernalia one has to wear TAKES the FUN out of it. I was a tom boy playing with the boy’s..I have 2 brother, so life was great and we had FUN
If I’d never straddled a horse I’d hurt way less in the morning. Thrown, kicked, bitten, trampled and kept coming back for more because I loved horse shows and the competition. The big box of blue ribbons now in my parent’s attic were all the motivation I needed. I’ve used my weight in plaster for casts to stabilize a dozen fractures over the years, and as much as it now hurts to get out of bed on cold winter mornings, I’d do it all again. It was SO MUCH FUN!!!
On the mark,…totally! I was born and brought up in the City of Boston, nd a few of it’s ‘burbs, and we ever needed, “play dates”, because we all used “consensus” and worked together as well as played together every day of the week. As a “City kid” we all knew and went to school, and “played with”, Blacks, Hispanics, Puerto Rican’s, Chinese, and even such strange breeds as Irish, Italian, Portuguese, and the like. We respected our Police, what was jail compared to them calling your parents!
I’m an English ex-Pat came to Canada 1971. I think people in my age group lived in the best of times, 1950’s to 70’s. Since then society, values and traditions have tanked. Wimps. Liberals, politically correct have virtually ruined the good times.
HG hit summed it up perfectly: If Today’s Kids Can’t Measure-Up . . . Tomorrow’s Adults Won’t Either. They know, deep in their Collective Heart, whether they will admit it or not, they will Never Be As Good & Independent As We Are.
My youngest son wore his helmet, leathers, boots, etc but when someone pulled in front of him there was no where to go but a brick wall. 9/21/2001. According to the police, he was gone in an instant.
Grew up in Iowa. We had BB gun and slingshot wars. Just got stung a little. Never played soccer or as we called it “Sissyball”. Invented by moms that didn’t want little Billy to get hurt playing football.
Howard, this brings back memories to an 87 year old man. Today’s children and (grandchildren) see to think that talking about things or texting about them are the same as actually doing them. Thanks for exposing the trend to those who are unaware.
Howard! Your the Man!!
Growing up in the Bronx in the fifties and sixties and being raised by the two generations before taught me much. The streets taught me much. It taught me how to live, survive, take a hit, stand up for yourself come what may! Morals, self discipline, patience, defending yourself. In sports and gymnastics it was “It doesn’t matter if you win or loose, it’s how you play the game”. Good sportsman like conduct! With that said play or fight to win! Look at America today. Pathetic!
IN HIGH SCHOOL WAS DIFFERENT IONLY WEIGHTED 140 POUNDS IN ELE,ENTARY SCHOO DODGE BALL WAS MY FAVORITE . SATURDAYS WERE FOR FOOTBALL OR SOME OTHER THING THAT WAS ROUGH AND TOUGH , WERE BLOODY NOSES WERE AND BADGES OF FUN.
I DID GROW UP AND DID MORE DIFFERENT THINGS. I FLEW TAIL GUNNER ON A B 29 DURING THE KOREAN POLICE ACTION. I AM A RETIRED TEACHER AND MISS DODGE BALL.
SMALL TOWN TEXAN
Growing up in Holland, immigrating to Canada in 1973 at 17 your editorial brought a lot of memories to mind. Wintertime one of our favorites was walking on ice on the many ditches which was never strong enough to hold us but would brake off in large sheets which we jumped from one to the other, and yes we got soaked. Also enjoyed our BB rifles and had the odd shootouts, blue marks to show for it. All our children are in their late 30’s early 40’s and we instilled in them hard working habits.
Oh gosh…memories in the 40s and 50s growing up. Mudpies, football with brothers, swimming in creeks, skates with keys, rubber guns (made with inner tubes) and shot from wooden guns, marbles, tag, barefeet. And get out of the house all day or mom will put you to work!
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