We need an invasion.
I've been reading a lot of history lately and one of the things you learn when you study history is that when times are ripe the juice of invasion begins to ferment.
Two-hundred years ago there wasn't a lot of organized sport. War was the organized sport. Every few decades or so armies would gather the way we gather for the Olympics and go off fighting. The reasons were never perfectly clear, but clear enough to get the people chomping at the bit believing that enemies in far-corners of the world threatened their way of life, or needed to be taught a lesson. So supplies would be bought filling the wallets of the rich men who controlled the businesses with access to the right accounts. Men would be recruited with the idea that they were being sent off on an adventure with a healthy dose of raping and pillaging. Death was not some literary illusion you read about, or saw in the form of bodies dressed for burial. Death was mangled, bloody, painful, awful, but real. The test of a man wasn't weather he could hit a ball over a fence, or lift some immense weight, the test was weather he could go into that atmosphere of personal danger and insecurity and come out still being a man, an honorable man.
I don't think we have a clear understanding of what an honorable is and we really need to. I think we have a society of pretend men, puffed up little pricks who don't know what survival means beyond corporate identity. They come into the bar and proudly boast, "I survived another day in the pits." By that they mean trading pieces of paper with other men with pieces of paper. Their entire opinions of themselves is based on pieces of paper.
I traveled the Blue Nile. I lived homeless in a place hostile to my presence. I had to learn everyday how to carry what I needed and repair everything I carried. I had to learn how to associate with people from all walks of life, since I had no control over who I'd see. I had to learn how to wake when woken and move. I had to learn to eat what I could find, to sleep where it was safe, first having learned what safe meant. I had to learn how to be a man. We might teach our young people how to be soldiers, business people, leaders, but are we teaching them
how to be men?
Honor. Courage. Protect the innocent. Menace the guilty. Yeah, that's part of it, the biggest part we've lost, our menacing aspect that keeps the peeps in line. A toughness that defies logic, that's what I read about in The Blue Nile, mixed with an ability to plan a coordinated assault on those who would do us harm.
Don't get me wrong, it's not about beating people up all the time. It's about raising the right people up and putting the wrong people down. The only problem appears to be that once we start, where do we stop?