American society, it seems, has a tendency to try to reverse roles and redefine truths according to rapidly shifting mores. (If anyone has a sound argument for why this is the case, please share them in the comments section below.) The concept of masculinity, for example, is being changed from one of strength to one of aggression, from the idea of a firm and just hand to the notion that might makes right. Men who labor to control people in thought and deed - using violence, if necessary - are seen and portrayed as alpha males, when in fact they are beta males.
The true alpha male labors to control himself, then leads or inspires his neighbors by virtuous example alone. He does not use force against others, because trying to make someone else do something that he or she doesn’t necessarily want to do is a violation of that person’s liberty; he protects those too downtrodden, poor, or weak to help themselves rather than exploit them for personal gain; he respects the planet upon which as well as the other members of the society within which he lives. Among the hardest things a man can do is to learn who he is at root, what his underlying needs and urges are, and how to control himself. The man who denies himself the gratification of his sexual desires, for example voyeurism or masturbation, is a man who is on the road to mastering those desires. The man who succumbs to his sexual urges, however, enslaves himself readily to anyone who can help him reach climax.
Recent movies (End Of Watch, Deadpool, The Accountant) and television shows (The Apprentice, Kitchen Nightmare) reinforce the notion that an angry or violent man is a good man, perhaps because such men are both despicable and predictable - they fit into a box of others’ choosing and are therefore easier for society to deride and marginalize. In light of this, my fellow American men, consider controlling the self before trying to control others; become an alpha male, today!
americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan
Where within a person do feelings of self-worth reside? Do they live in the belly, in the heart, or in the mind? Do they exist on this mortal plain, or do they rush in from beyond our ken, coalescing out of the formless aether when needed? If they can be learnt or forgotten, is there a best time in one’s life to learn or forget them? Do they arise within us via the same process that provides a flying animal such as a duck with the instinctual knowledge of how to fly - even if it has never been taught how to fly by its parent or witnessed another animal in flight?
This author, whose sense of self-worth was badly stunted by external forces at a young age, has been working to peel back the layers of ersatz self-worth accumulated over the years in order to determine if they should be kept, or replaced. So deeply embedded in plastic and subtle membranes is self-worth that his struggle is become a daily Sisyphean task.
Crucial allies in this task have been family, friends, and the lessons imparted by Viktor Frankl in his book ‘Man’s Search For Meaning.’ He wishes to express profound gratitude to all allies mentioned above, as well as to That Which Cannot Be Named.
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑麥
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