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Thursday, January 12, 2017

The Dumbing Down of Manliness



From a genetic point of view, men are men and women are women; we are meant to do different things.  This does not mean that a women doing the same job as a man should receive less in her pay check.  That is nonsense.  Equal work demands equal pay.  But here is the rub:  men built the world.  The actual, ball busting manual labor, pick and shovel, climbing steel girders to rivet steel beams together physical world.  Let's not forget poring concrete, roofing, carpentry, plumbing, electrical, and hanging sheet rock.  And greasy automotive service and repair.  On the whole, a person would be hard pressed to find women standing in line for pick and shovel type jobs.  But there are women who do and most hold their own among their male peers.  The problem now is that young men do not want to get their hands dirty.  They find that kind of work repugnant.  Most want the "corner office," the fat pay check, and no responsibility, all while still living in mom's basement.  They've been programmed to think that way.

Decades ago high schools started hanging signs  that simply read - Work Smarter, Not Harder.  Those four words usually were accompanied by a picture.  In the picture, were two young men.  One was sharply dressed in a three piece suit.  He was smiling at the wad of cash in his hand.  The other young man looked like he just finished rolling in a tub of grease and had a rather unpleasant look on his face.  The message is unmistakable:  go to college, get a four year degree, and you will be successful. If not, you will be a grease ball.  Over time, this image, changes in our educational system, and two other social nightmares took their toll.  

The feminist movement may have started out with the equal pay argument.  I agreed then as I agree now - equal work demands equal pay.  However, feminism is no longer about that.  It is all about hating men.  Demeaning men.  Putting down men.  Let's make all men into obedient drones.  Real women want none of this.  That's why the feminist movement is shrinking.  But in its hay day, the movement gained strength and inspiration from Political Correctness.  

With the big helping hand from PC, feminism told men it was not cool to be manly.  And you could not argue with them.  Masculinity was looked upon as a base animal trait that had to eliminated. Any man who displayed masculinity was openly ridiculed.  Feminists told men to embrace and display their inner feminine.  And these women wanted nothing to do with men who got dirty making an honest living.  These men were not good enough; getting your hands dirty to earn a paycheck was too masculine.   When considering how many effeminate men are running around, the feminist movement and PC had some success.  I could go on, but I lost many of you in the second paragraph.  So let me make some masculine "to do" suggestions for young men. 

Get off your ass.  Turn off the television.  Turn off your computer.  Turn off your smart phone and hide it in your sock drawer.  Go aside.  Walk.  In a forest or field.  By a river, lake, or ocean.  Go to the gym and force yourself to sweat, daily. Build muscle.  Read biographies about masculine men - you can start with Teddy Roosevelt.  Buy some hand tools and learn how to use them.  Find a hobby that demands physical exertion.  Take stuff apart to see how it works - then put it back together.  Change your vehicle's oil.  Change your tires. Learn a martial art. Go hunting. Go fishing.  Learn how to use a firearm.  Build something, even if it's nothing more than a fucking birdhouse. Be proud of your accomplishments.  Be proud of your hard body.  Cuss and swear like a longshoreman.  Lose the man bun. Stop caring about what others think.  Think for yourself.  

                                                       
                                               Copyright @2017  Terry Unger

  





Tuesday, January 10, 2017

The Coming Storm



When a patient people are pushed too far, they push back.  Political Correctness is and has done the pushing.  But, the push back has begun.

Political Correctness was birthed during the Stalinist era in the communist Soviet Union.  Uncle Joe Stalin's political doctrine demanded the correct political attitude.  You had to be "politically correct"  from having your neck stretched or to avoid a firing squad.  Living demanded that the people follow a dictated politically correct life.  The Stalinist Doctrine way of life. It was a socially engineered way of living that, through fear, created a monosyllabic living environment.  This is how you speak.  This is how you think.  At least in public.  Freedom of speech and expression were non-existent, as was any form of assembly.  If you have been awake and watching the goings on over the past 30 plus years you should see the similarities.  

Liberal/Progressives began assaulting freedom in the United States and the rest of the western world as early as the 1960's.  In the States they called it Affirmative Action, an attempt to "level the playing field."  Against who?  Our society, in my opinion, suffered.  This was followed by instructing certain people that they were victims of a cruel system.  A system that demanded very high standards.  So, the standards were lowered.  And our social order suffered.  What followed?  Multiculturalism, changes in language - what words originally meant to definitions that suited Political Correctness, and the overhaul of the entire educational system.  When you want to indoctrinate, you begin when kids are still in diapers. 

In my opinion, the politically correct, social scientists, social justice warriors are trying to rid western culture of any European influence.  This attempt is prevalent in the United States.  Here is the rub, the truth, the fact:  If you are European, or of European descent, you are Caucasian - you are white.  And being white is a problem for many Progressives.  

If you are born as a white person, you are told that you are born racist (the word being altered by the PC police).  And, white people can never experience racism from others.  You are told that you do not have a culture or a heritage, but are the source of all problems.  White people have something called "white privilege," giving them all kinds of advantages.  This is a story line that should be told to the vast number of white homeless, working poor, and dirt poor.  All of this is just Politically Correct Bullshit, projectile vomited unto the white population, over a period of time to make the white man feel guilty and to pave the way for a mono-cultural, socialist/communist social order.  But push back  to all of this has begun.  

As a white guy of European descent, I have a right to my culture and heritage.  Living in the United States, I have a right to freedom of speech, thought,expression, assembly, and religion.  Just like every other person.  To the social justice warrior snowflakes listen up.  You do not have the right to NOT be offended.  You just do not.  Grow the fuck up.  The winds of change are blowing.  If you cannot handle the coming storm, then Dorothy, drab your Toto and find the nearest root cellar.  

                                                    Copyright @2017 Terry Unger  




Friday, December 9, 2016

Season's Greetings



Not a day goes by in  my home state of Texas that someone does not wish me a good day.  "Have a good day," or "Have a great rest of your day!"  These folks want me to have a day free of problems and stress.  And many of them I do not know.  My usual response, I am told, is appropriate.  'Thank you and the same to you!"  Wishing folks a good day along with the appropriate response is not just the practice of good manners.  It is being down right neighborly.  But it is THAT time of year when some folks get their panties in a bunch if they feel someone has violated their 'feelings' by saying the wrong holiday greeting.  

Does it matter, in any real sense, if someone says to you, "Merry Yule, God Jul, Merry Christmas, Blessed Solstice, or even Happy Kwanzaa (okay, I admit the last one is a stretch)?  To a mature person it will not.  Just like the person wishing you a good day, the person wishing you a Merry Christmas or God Jul is wishing that you have a happy, joy filled holiday.  That's it.  The correct response should be, "Thank you and the same to you!"  

Heathen Brethren, the Christian that offers you a Merry Christmas probably has no idea you are Asatru/Heathen/Pagan.  Here, Heathen soul is the comfort:  this battle is over.  The irrefutable truth, the facts, give us victory.  But the dust has yet to settle, giving way to confusion.  Trying to convince a stalwart Christian about "his" Christmas is tough; you would have a better chance convincing Neil deGrasse Tyson that the world is flat.  So revel in the truth.  And let them celebrate Christmas in their way.  With all the Pagan/Heathen get up and go of Yule.  Just like us.  That should put a smile on your face as you carve up the Yule Ham.  

                                                     Copyright @2016 Terry Unger
   


Thursday, December 1, 2016

The Journey of the Seeker - A Yuletide Tale




The mist that surrounded the Mountain was thick, forcing the Seeker to guard his steps.  More than once his walking stick found ankle breaking crannies.  Strange beasts darted and slithered past him as if to say - go home.....there is nothing here to find but misery and misfortune.  The Seeker gave little thought to the warnings.  He heard them before and pressed on.  The mist finally cleared and he stood at the Mountain's base.  The Seeker paused to refresh himself from his meager provisions.  As he looked up, a pair of eagles framed themselves against the azure sky.  That same upward glance afforded him the mental picture of what appeared to be a cave.  The opening of the cave stood out in stark contrast to the Mountain's icy peak.  That cave, the Seeker knew, was his destination.  

He found a narrow path at the base of the Mountain.  His steps on the path took him through tall forests of fir trees and oaks.  The Seeker heard the playful splashing of a nearby stream.  But with all things worth obtaining, the higher you climb in your quest, the rarer the air.  The Seeker stopped several times to catch his breath and clear his head.  But every time he began again, it was harder than the last.  His body and mind demanded sleep and nourishment.  He refused, and moved forward. Nine Suns rose and fell until the Seeker, exhausted and frostbitten, collapsed at the cave's entrance.  

The Seeker woke.  He had no idea how long he had slept.  Gathering his senses, he found himself covered in a blanket, colored royal purple.  Probing further, he discovered that the blanket was covered in fresh snow.  Even though he felt like he was entombed, the Seeker did not panic.  He rolled on his stomach and then stood.  Warmth and light greeted him.  Feeling renewed, the Seeker left his tomb in search of the source.  His search was quickly rewarded.  

A man sat, slightly slumped over, by the fire.  The man did not speak.  Our Seeker decided to sit opposite him.  The two men sat gazing into the fire.  Finally, the silent one produced a cup, made from horn and filled with liquid and said, "Drink."  

Our Seeker took the offered cup, smelled it and replied, "What is this?  I've never smell anything like it."  

In a flat monotone the man said, "You question my hospitality Seeker, or are you looking for simple conversation?"  

Our Seeker did not know what to say.  

Again the mysterious man said, "Drink."  

Our Seeker took one sip, followed by another.  It was delicious.  He emptied the horned cup.  

"So tell me Seeker, why did you travel nine Sun days to get here?  What do you want?  What do you think you will find?"  As the man spoke his last words he raised his head and revealed to our Seeker a face covered with the cracks of time.  

Our Seeker looked at the man's craggy face for a long time.  Finally he said, "When I started my journey I had many questions.  But now I feel empty.  This is the fate of being mortal."  

Craggy faced man gazed intently at our Seeker.  Then he said, "This is your mistake.  Thinking that you are just mortal.  You are infinitely more than that.  You are immortal.  Every cell and every atom. Every thought, action, memory, and emotion live forever.  It is burned into your DNA.  Physical things change appearance, frequency, and harmonic levels but they never perish.  And, that thing within you, that thing many call 'soul' is multi-leveled and purposed.  Everything about you is a part of and connected to the GREAT ALL.  Nothing really dies - it changes.  Seeker, all of you is immortal.  But, you have yet to REALIZE it."  

Our Seeker offered nothing but dead silence.  

Craggy man broke the silence.  "Is there anything else, Seeker?  I know this is not what you were searching for but this is what you got." 

Our Seeker thought for a moment and then said, "How do I find what you told me to be true?  To really know and understand?  And not just walk away believing every word you just told me?"  

Craggy replied, "That is a smart question, that can be answered with one word.  Work."  

"Work?"  

"Yes," Craggy face said, "Work.  It is a four letter word many modern folks seek to avoid.  To attain anything physical or spiritual, you must work.  Nothing will be handed to you.  If humanity wants to walk with the Gods, again, they....you....must work for it."   

"But what," our Seeker said, "must be done to have this knowledge, these experiences?"  The words stumbled out of our Seeker's mouth like beans falling from a can.  

Craggy smiled at our Seeker.  He said, "You're a smart man, but what do you not understand about work?  You figured out how to travel nine full Sun days to get here.  And remember, you packed the blanket.  It was olive drab when packed, but became purple royal because of your holy intent.  You will figure out all of what I told you.  It is rapped in your DNA.  With that, Craggy man stood.  Our Seeker knew this was his signal to leave.  As he turned to leave, Craggy began to drink from the same horned cup.  

Our Seeker turned to offer his host a fond farewell.  But Craggy was gone.  In his place stood a mirror image of our Seeker.  He was smiling while drinking from the horned cup.  

                                               Copyright @2016 Terry Unger  









Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Thoughts Before Yule



In the early days of the Germanic Heathen revival within the USA, many folks walked around saying things like, it's in your blood, it's in my blood, it's a blood thing, referring to themselves and their connection to Germanic Heathenry.  That is a simplistic statement and it is wrong.  It is not blood, but your DNA - a genetic road map given to you by your parents.  A map that you inherited from ALL of your Ancestors.  And recent research indicates that your DNA holds memories of your Ancestors, both good and bad.  There should be no surprise then, that memories of Yule's past press themselves forward into  a person' consciousness.  

These memories may come in dreams or flashes of insight.  They may present themselves as deja vu experience.  Or they may press on a person the desire for snow, forests filled with abundant evergreen and fir trees, and a hearth fire.  Because - our Northern Ancestors struggled with the cold and ice, and did what had to be done to survive until Spring.  These are just a few of the special things given to us by our Ancestors.  

Yule is not an accident, an appropriation of Christmas.  It is Christmas that was appropriated from the Northern Heathens and the Southern Pagans by melding Yule, the Feast of Sol Invictus, and the Feast of Saturnalia, over centuries, for reasons of conversion and cultural appropriation.  And historically, we know that all three of these festivals existed centuries before the supposed birth of the baby Jesus.  Period.  I am not being smug.  All of this can be found in University Libraries, or well stocked local libraries.  For the less ambitious, please consult professor Google.  

But for the awakened Northern Soul, the personal DNA map, the Ancestral Inheritance, always is present.  It is your culture.  It is your heritage.  It is your Ancestors.  It is spiritual and physical.  Think on these things as you prepare for Yule.   

                                                    Copyright @2016 Terry Unger

   

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Jack, the Persistent Sales Dog




Hey there, human bipods!  Jack Unger coming to you from Ungerlands Texas!  Today it hit me that ya'll might think I was just kidding about having one eye.  So I ditched my sexy sun glasses and took this selfie!  Yes, I am the best looking dog in Texas!  The ladies tell me I'm so hunky!  And who else do you know that has only one eye?  Well, who is it?  Ya'll know who I'm talkin' 'bout!  But enough about me.  

Tonight I was checkin' the book sales figures with my human dad, Terry Unger.  What ya'll waitin' for?  Really?  Woof!  Ya'll know my daddy writes the best dadgum heathen books on Amazon!  If ya'll want an invitation, here it is!  Go ahead and buy them!  Don't be the last, be the first, second, and third!  Buy them all, daddy's books make great gifts!  Can ya'll keep a secret?  

The other day I was foolin' around on dad's computer.  I went to the blog and accidentally pawed on of the titles you see on the right side.  It took me right to that book's Amazon site!  IF I had a credit card, I could'a ordered a bazillion!   WOOF!  It's that easy!  And let me tell ya, Amazon has no problem pumpin' out the books!  SO whatcha' waitin' for.....I gave ya'll an invitation!  Go buy! 

Still hesitatin'?  Thinkin' what's in it for Jack?  I told ya'll the last time.....I want new bones and toys at Yule!  Oh come on, don'tcha want somethin' new?  Well, buy my daddy's books.....that's somethin' new!  

And BTW, please don't rat on me to my daddy.  The other day I was playin' games on his computer. Forgot to close the program.  Daddy was pissed.  Blamed Mason - we don't have a cat!  I want bones, WOOF!  Buy dad's books!  

                                                Copyright @2016 Jack Unger  


Tuesday, November 15, 2016

So, You Want to be a Warrior?





Within Asatru/Heathenry many men refer to themselves as warriors.  Not to be left out, many women like to think that they are shield maidens.  Folks fill themselves up with the glories of the old days, the days of our Ancestors.  The days when having the skill to wield a sword or an axe in battle saved your life and more.  In that bygone era a warrior earned his "strips," the title, "Warrior."  But, we live in the 21st century.  The times and circumstances are different.  Today, we have law, we have order.  Does simply stating that one is a warrior, qualify for the title?  My good friend Vincent Enlund has a few things to say about that.  His credentials speak for him.  Check out his video below and judge for yourself if flexing your muscles and snarling at the neighbor's dog grants  you the title.

As for myself, I cannot lay claim to this title.  In my opinion, If I had to fight to save my family, I would just be a man who defended his own, not a warrior.

                                         Copyright @2016 Terry Unger & Vincent Enlund