smelled that bracing stench of testosterone a lot in my life and
it was good. Despite the worst efforts of the nanny state, boys
still want to be men and woman are glad of it.
here is a warning, guys: save the really raw stuff for when the
girls are off somewhere. Like the marine colonel I read about recently
who told his men that his idea of a fair fight was clubbing baby
seals to death with a stick! I thought, "Hell yeah!" and
then glanced around guiltily to see if my wife was watching. There
are many reasons why females don't belong in a combat unit and this
is one of them — it inhibits the testosterone so vital to the function
of the male warrior.
is something about being a man that reminds me of watching a good
dog sit up and shake itself after a nap or a swim. It's about competition
and rough neck sports and sheer old-fashioned pizzazz. Women are
attracted to it but once they catch such a man they spend years
trying to house train him. A real man can't be house trained.
late father was one such man. Women loved him till the day he died
— he had that Frank Sinatra sort of swagger and dressed the part
too. He was mean as a snake. Dad was sixty seven years old the last
time I know for sure he got in a fight. It was at the VFW and an
equally aged marine disparaged Dad as a former swab jockey. The
old man had faced the worst the kamikazes could throw at
him at Okinawa, and the great typhoon afterwards so those were fighting
words. Mom heart him shout, "Try digging a foxhole in a steel
flight deck with your fingernails, you son of a bitch!" Then
the time for talk was over…
commanding officer in the army was another. When he took over a
company of the Rhodesian African Rifles he knew those guys didn't
need to hear a pep talk. Most were paratroopers with long service
and much combat under their belts. He lined them up and introduced
himself. "I'm Major Winkler, and I'll be your new commanding
officer. I'll be running some patrols for the next couple of days
and we'll get to know each other." He pointed to first platoon,
I handed him his shotgun and we headed off for the bush. The men
looked on approvingly.
brings me to what I think of as the Al Gore syndrome. Can you imagine
having to be told by a woman how to be an alpha male? Gore could
have been running against Satan and no real man would have voted
for him. What a sissy!
to Al — it's not about clothes, you jerk! Real men wear whatever
they damn please.
reason I can't stand either the former or current Bush is that they
both have that mealy mouthed way of talking, sort of like Elmer
Fud. "Buh buh buh bring it on!"
lot of American males are trying hard to convince themselves that
Bush is a real man but they are damn sure not convincing me. Real
men don't make deals with Teddy "The Swimmer" Kennedy.
Real men protect their country's borders.
real man would throw out every damned one of those twenty thousand
or so unconstitutional gun laws we have in this country.
Bush is using combat soldiers to patrol Baghdad and wondering why
his peacekeeping efforts are not working. Here is the problem. There
are real men in Iraq too. You do not diss a man in front of his
woman. He will kill you for that.
is not obvious to our sad sack leaders because they obtained their
positions by pleasing the power brokers, stroking the special interests
and kissing any and all asses they felt they needed to in their
endless search for money and power. Real men don't do that. Real
men lead. Real men think.
is an example. I took over as chief of security years ago at a giant
arcade called Rock City Amusements, just across from the famous
Chinese Theatre in Hollywood. They told me they had problems and
I was given all the armed guards they thought I needed to stop those
problems: gangs, drugs and hookers. All that stuff was costing them
business. I did the job and kept the firepower on a tight leash.
Here is how.
kept a few hookers and drug pushers and booted the rest. I explained
to ones I kept that they could hang around but not do business in
my place. They kept me informed of all I needed to know about the
gangs? I made it a point to get to know the toughest of them. I
treated them with respect, particularly when they had women with
them. I de-emphasized the hitting power I had waiting in the wings
so I wasn't presenting them with a challenge they couldn't refuse.
worked because I really did respect them; it was not an act.
Those guys stick together in a tough environment — if they acted
like a bunch of Ritalin zoned public school boys they'd be dog meat.
People can smell disrespect from a mile off.
notice that I made no threats. I spoke to them as one man to another.
It cuts across cultures and borders.
men don't respond well to threats. American Imperial Viceroy (or
whatever his title is) Bremer made a huge mistake recently in Iraq
by mouthing loud threats of a military crack down on the insurgents
with good old reliable brute force. I have to wonder just whose
side this loser is on. But then I know the answer.
US government only employs real men in the military, and apparently
they are ritually castrated upon promotion beyond the rank of light
colonel so they can fit in with the gray men who haunt our nation's
capital. They act out the role of "man" for the TV cameras
but are at a loss as to what it really means. Real men are never
to Bremer's big mouth, more Americans will die. They just don't
get it. You can't swagger all over the place putting on that alpha
male shtick without pissing off the locals. Combat soldiers must
be pulled out immediately after the fight is over.
policies in Iraq are such that an honorable Iraqi man is left no
room to be our friend. It is simply impossible to pretend to yourself
that an occupying power has the best interests of your country at
heart. At best, such a policy is paternalistic — which is insulting
right out of the gate.
worst the US comes off as a brutal aggressor. Saddam is gone folks,
the Weapons of Mass Destruction are gone; there is now and probably
never was any threat to the USA from these people and now they are
asking themselves just what it is we want that we must use all these
combat troops to get it. You can't impose democracy at the point
of a gun.
gets worse. Our only just policy is to leave that place and stop
bullying the locals. But all that tough guy talk from Rummy and
Dubya has left us in a deep hole — if we do the right thing we look
like we're backing down; if we don't we plunge deeper into an un-winnable
situation. Great bit of planning there guys.
how confusing this is to the Iraqis; how hypocritical it must seem.
Out of one side of our mouths is all that touchy feely nonsense
about human rights and democracy; the other side is full of threats,
backed up by men with guns.
night in 1979 I was sitting in a bar in Salisbury Rhodesia. There
were men there from a number of different regiments and they let
you know who they were, loudly. They were much like our young marines
and cavalrymen in Iraq. But sitting over in a corner nursing a beer
was a quiet little guy who looked vaguely familiar, friend of a
friend kind of thing. I asked him what outfit he was with. "SAS,"
the kind of man who won't antagonize the locals. It's about mileage
folks, and young combat troops don't have that. Walking around in
flak jackets and shades is just plain confrontational. That annoys
every Iraqi worth his salt.
course, we have nowhere near enough of those "special"
guys to do the job of occupying Iraq — that would have required
planning and foresight; besides those men don't want to be occupiers
have to wonder if anyone in Washington even realized there would
be an "after the war." Why we feel it necessary to occupy
someone else's country is another question altogether. The only
thing we can be sure of in this case is that actions have consequences.
So far nobody is smiling.
those folks in Washington, having no idea how a real man acts, always
go for the cinematic version, where whipping the bad guy is the
beginning and the end. Not so in real life. Somebody has to clean
up the bodies, restack the bricks, pick up the garbage and get the
electricity back on. Obvious candidates for the job would be the
Iraqi people themselves.
is not a job for the Marines.
problem is, our young troopers have to make the reasonable assumption
that they are commanded by older, more experienced men who have
a clue about the big picture. They are told that our national security
is at risk. They are dimly aware that some problems can't be solved
with a burst of machine gun fire but they assume, as any soldier
would assume, that if they are patrolling the streets with heavy
weapons then a state of war must exist and the Iraqis are the enemy.
Iraqis are making that same assumption.
Rock City Amusements I wore my usual dark jacket and jeans, no uniform
or big sign proclaiming security. But the marines could always smoke
me out. Every other night a couple of those boys would saunter up
and let me know that I could count on them if there was any trouble.
And it was obvious they hoped that there would be trouble. I'd spot’em a couple free games and let’em know I appreciated their backing.
see, I genuinely like guys like that. I just don't want them patrolling
my streets with guns.
do the Iraqis.
Mr. Peirce [send
him mail] fought with the Rhodesian freedom fighters (the Ian
Smith side, of course).