Thankful

I’m thankful for having rediscovered what it means to be a man. (Please turn on your subtle sarcasm detector; use the setting which recognizes the element of sarcasm as but one thread in the broader discussion.)
Granted, the Lord had been pushing these things into my lower consciousness long before I ran across any written material confirming it, but it’s good to have it all out in the open now. Nor do I applaud, as noted, the angry return to something which is simply earlier down the time line of our current bad path. The good old days were really neither — neither good nor old enough. Most of my past two decades have been spent pulling into the light truth which had been forced to lurk in the shadows. I’m grateful I took the courage to tell everyone to go screw themselves if they objected to what I found.
Reminder: I am utterly convinced I have a call from God. You aren’t Him and it’s not subject to your review. If you wish to be associated with me, while it’s not necessary for you to take my contention seriously, you do have to realize I do. Humor me or stay off at a safe distance.
Here today we have but a single example I’ve used before, but it remains durable and worthy — Don’t starve the menfolk at formal family gatherings.
In our Western roots is a pernicious pretense of civilization which serves only to promote the false religion of the Amazons. That mythology insists women are gate keepers of the food and rituals connected to feeding. The particular evil of which I speak is holding hostage those who show up on time against the carelessly late arrival of someone who is deservedly unfavored in the family. More bluntly, it goes like this: I’m here on time with the food I promised. It’s past the normal meal time for me and even you, so let’s eat. If the other folks in the extended family can’t be bothered to get their lives together and show up at the time upon which we all agreed, let them eat it cold when they get here.
I won’t offer you a dead rat’s patootie for arguments to the contrary about “being civilized” and waiting for all the guests to arrive before commencing consumption. If that’s how you want to act, I’m taking my food with me and eating it while I drive back home. Your nest building instinct turns out to be hatred and abuse when you try to remove the unpleasant consequences of people who are uncivilized. You want me involved? Act righteously according to biblical standards, not pagan German ones. Ancient Hebrew tradition was you showed up when the host was ready to start. You came early and waited for the privilege of being included, and the host would surely start things without you if you were late. You might not even be let in the door if you were late. That’s the biblical standard (see the Parable of the Ten Virgins).
The business of the womenfolk forcing the men to wait until everyone showed up is from the German tribal background. I won’t bother with the footnotes; you can look it up yourself. Missing meals on purpose is a different matter, answering a call to self-denial. If we are gathering specifically for the purpose of eating, then let’s eat. All your insinuations of men being childish because they can’t wait is just an excuse for being a bitch. You would deserve a good German slap upside the head for it.
I’m thankful God has shown me a better way, based on His Ancient Revelation. Let’s do things His way.