Feminism has slain our protectors

By Patrice Lewis

I admire men.

Specifically, I admire men who are controlled, confident and who fulfill their biological destiny as protectors and providers. Men are essential for training boys to tame the testosterone and channel their natural strengths and aggressiveness in appropriate ways. Trained men are, in the words of columnist Dennis Prager, the glory of civilization. (It goes without saying that untrained men are its scourge, but that’s another column.)

Men – trained, manly men – are necessary for a balanced society. They take on the tough ugly hard jobs women can’t or won’t do. They mine our coal and fight our fires and protect our shores and fix our engines and rescue our butts when we’re in danger. They truck our goods and clean our pipes and wire our homes. They plow fields and grow food. They butcher livestock so we can buy meat in tidy sanitized packages in the grocery store and pretend it never came from a cow.

I’m not saying women can’t be found in those fields; but let’s be honest: The vast majority of workers in hard, dangerous, dirty and heavy fields are men. They deserve our praise and gratitude.

Which is why I get so ticked off when feminists belittle men. These kinds of women don’t admire manly men who protect and provide. Feminists don’t want warriors; they want servants who will kowtow to their emotions and feeeeeeelings. They prefer emasculated androgynous guys who wouldn’t know one end of a rifle from the other. Guys who watch chick flicks with them. Guys who know what temperature to wash the dainties. Guys who are preoccupied with “social justice” and bringing their carbon footprint down to zero.

Now of course I’m taking things to extremes, but it’s to make a point. For the last 50 years – essentially my lifetime – there has been a war on manliness. Women were told they didn’t need a man, even to raise children. The family unit was attacked, mocked and dismantled so that children lost their mooring and grew up disoriented and adrift, unsure of their biological roles.

The result is we’ve lost a great number of our nation’s providers and protectors. We’ve raised generations of boys who were encouraged to embrace their feminine side, to be sensitive and emotional, and to look with horror at anything aggressive. Indeed aggressiveness, no matter how properly channeled, is still looked at with revulsion by feminists. Boys are punished for being boys and indulging in boyish activities. Instead, boys are trained to be girlish.

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Consequently, America has become a wimpy society dominated by women. Women (y’know, those “strong confident women”) don’t want protection from men – that’s too old-fashioned and barbaric. Warriors in uniform are turned away lest those uniforms “offend” someone. Our society thinks we’ve “progressed” beyond the need to protect ourselves. It claims we’ll be “safer” if we don’t have access to those evil awful nasty guns … which, as everyone knows, are merely phallic representations of the male ego. Yuck.

Feminism and its corollary, political correctness, have slain our protectors – not literally (unless you count abortion) but metaphorically. Feminism has had such a strong influence on everything from how boys are raised to what national policy is instigated that we have achieved a state of spectacular wimpiness. Political correctness has now such a strong grip on our country that we can no longer call an enemy an enemy because that’s “intolerant.”

But now we’re facing a threat … and we have no warriors to protect us.

Ever hear the term “the barbarians are at the gate”? It refers to the Mongol “horde” that ravaged Asia and eastern Europe during the Middle Ages. The Mongols were tough uncivilized warriors who brutally cut down anyone who stood in their way. The “civilized” countries of Europe looked at the approaching horde with panic because they knew their courtly, politically correct knights had no way to repulse these violent bands of men who had a simple, single goal: to conquer. In short, when the barbarians were at the gate, you had something to worry about.

It’s not hard to draw parallels to America today. Our warriors are gone. Our men are too courtly and politically correct to repulse the barbarians at the gate who have a simple, single goal: to conquer.

Ironically, feminists have gotten what they wanted: a neutered society where men are deprived of the means and motivation to protect us. They’ve made testosterone something to be ashamed of, which means we’re leaving ourselves wide open to men who aren’t ashamed of their testosterone and who don’t have self-control or civilizing influences. These are men who don’t care about feeeeelings and emotions, about feminism or political correctness or carbon footprints or social justice. These uncontrolled, uncivilized men are inside and outside of our borders, poised and waiting. Without our warriors, our nation is laid bare to savages who will not hesitate to use their testosterone-induced strength to conquer and enslave.

Where will women be then?

It’s important to remember: With the exception of superior firepower and military strength, a nation cannot be conquered when it is disciplined, controlled, responsible, self-reliant and has a strong warrior class. But when a nation is rotting from within, it is ripe for conquest. I ask you: Who is causing our nation to rot from within?

I leave you with the sobering quote from Marcus Tullius Cicero, attributed to a speech in the Roman Senate around 58 B.C.:

“A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague.”

We don’t need feminism. We need our protectors back.

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