It boggles the mind that a rat like Weinstein can grope and molest women and not a single boyfriend or husband or brother or father of that woman kicked the living hell out of him.
Grit must be trained, and though you weren’t trained in this way as a lad – in our modern society your parents would be locked up for training you to become a man as they did for centuries before us – you must train this way now.
Rejoice when you find yourself with your back against the wall, and don’t be a bitch about it! ~Chad Howse Rejoice when you find yourself with your back against the wall, and don’t be a bitch about it! Click To Tweet The best times in my life have been sink or swim moments. They were […]
Waking up, one of the theme songs from Lone Survivor, the movie, tingles my eardrums in the wee hours of the morning as I toss and turn, struggling rise at 5am. Accompanying the song and the groggy eyes is a boner. The word makes me chuckle, probably because, at heart, I’m an 8 year old […]
Standing in front of the toilet with far too much water built up in my bladder, I let it fly. The sound is Niagara falls-esque as it wakes up my deaf dog, the neighbors, and any other living being within a 10 block radius. The birds begin to chirp a few hours too early and the rooster crows […]
This may sound like the most obvious statement that can be made, but men need freedom, and in ways we may not want it. Hopping in the car I’ve rented for 3 weeks here in Italy I’m in control, complete control. If I want to take a left and have no idea where that left […]
What we think of men today is far different from what men used to be, and what men were meant to be. Men were once warriors and farmers. They were leaders and kings. They were strong, smart, and dangerous. They conquered and they defended. There was a time when the TV remote wasn’t yet invented and […]
The best books and films aren’t always those that are done on the grandest scale, but when your boundaries are limitless and you perfect the details, something legendary is created. The Gladiator and Braveheart found this balance in cinematic form. Lord of the Rings and Narnia in the literary form. Theodore Roosevelt and Alexander the […]
I’ve stumbled upon a nice little café here in Milan that’s run by a friendly couple who speak English and serve the best espresso and the best gelato, period. ‘Twas at this cafe where a few hours ago a nice old man, a friend of their’s, stopped by to talk. He, as he always does, […]
I am William Wallace, or at least I’m in his mind as I walk up the steep hill on the way to the monument that’s erected in his honor. I close my eyes, for a moment, to bring myself back to a time when freedom was something men were willing to die for and tyranny […]
I got started quickly today at 5 am, writing, reading, reviewing, trying to finish my to do list before noon so I could get out and enjoy my last day in Rome – for this, the first stint of the 3 month trip – but things started to decline rapidly after about the first hour […]
The mission of a man should be to squeeze as much life as possible from each day he’s here. By all accounts Hemingway accomplished that as much as any. The Dos Equis, Most Interesting Man In the World has to, in part, be modeled on some combination of Hemingway and Roosevelt and Churchill; men who […]
When I was 3 my old man taught me how to skate. I think it was the same year I learned how to throw a baseball and football and throw a punch, but hockey is what’s stuck in my mind as my first athletic skill because with skating and puck-handling I was also shown how […]
The following is a guest post by Jesse Irizarry. “Ease up on the kid,” the trainer yelled. The fighter backed up to take a break from wailing at my head. There he stood glaring at me, a good thirty pounds heavier than me with almost twenty years’ experience in the ring. The head trainer at […]
I’ve written about it at length, but why not mention it once more; life is an adventure – or at least it should be. Of course, it’s all a matter of perspective. I mean, I have a ripping good time even when I’m sitting on me arse with a cigar in my mouth, glass of […]