Good Men

A couple of days ago I wrote about the apparent uselessness of your average American male these days, and I meant every syllable.  This all has to do with the Secret Service prostitution scandal in South America.

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I know.  They were really bad boys and deserve decapitation.

Right.

Here’s my take, generally, on men who do dangerous jobs.  Like policemen of all stripes and the military:

We want.....nay, NEED, aggressive, daring men in these jobs.  Much as I dislike our current President, I want him adequately protected.  At the risk of being accused of being a sexist, this means we need aggressive courageous men doing the job.  Same thing applies to law enforcement agencies of all sorts and military units of all sorts.

Strong, aggressive American men.  Brave.  Decisive.  Risk-takers.  I don’t want them saddled with a wheelbarrow full of sissy regulations.  When you get the sort of men you need for these jobs, they come with some not too refined qualities.  Its a package deal.

I want men in these jobs who piss on the deceased bodies of the enemy on the battlefield and have a bag of enemy teeth on their belts as souvenirs.  Men who pursue women and have sex with vast numbers of them.

Like I said.  ITS A PACKAGE DEAL.

To quote a bit from “A Few Good Men”:

Jessep (Jack Nicholson): You want answers?
Kaffee (Tom Cruise): I think I'm entitled to them.
Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I want the truth!
Jessep: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall.
We use words like honor, code, loyalty...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!

Oh, I’m a military veteran and a retired law enforcement officer.  I know what I’m talking about here.