Why a good father prepares his sons for war-
“Our society has a mass failure of fatherhood. Even many of the fathers who don’t run out on their families can’t seem to figure out how to turn boys into men. That’s because most men don’t realize that is the goal for raising boys. Not to coddle them. Not to dump your insecurities on them. Not to lie to them about what life is and what life isn’t. Your mission as a father is to turn that boy into a man.”
A school shooting,but with a different outcome-
https://www.nbcwashington.com/news/local/Shooting-Investigation-Underway-at-St-Marys-Co-High-School-477374093.html
Armed school resource officer did his job and dealt with the threat.
Any willing to bet this won’t go far in the MSM?
I agree.
My dad kicked my butt when I was a young barbarian and I was ready to face the world when I moved out of the nest at age 17…In contrast, my brother let his spoiled rotten son and my nephew do whatever he liked and set few limits…..So today my nephew is doing life in prison in Florida on the installment plan as a petty criminal and druggie…a two year sentence a few years ago, a five year prison sentence coming due soon.
That’s sad. It’s so true that you reap what you sow. My family hasn’t been spared either.
Manhood may be in big trouble but it ain’t dead yet.
My father died when I was a month old. My mother did her best in raising me and I have no qualms about her efforts. I did not perceive the absence of a father in my own life until I became a father of two sons. Looking back the lack of a father caused me to be a bit stand-offish and short on social skills to bond with other males as a youngster. I recall other boys’ fathers were generally present a sports functions etc..which did create some envy for me. On the other side of the ledger my mother wasn’t sufficiently needy to ensure she had a man in her life at all times. In fact, she didn’t re-marry until I was in my 20s and away from home. She married well other than for the illness her second husband suffered. Had there been another man in my mother’s life when I was a child he may have proved to be tyrannical and a complete jerk towards me. My message is; whatever life throws at one you have to either endure it or learn to spit it back. (Preferably the latter.)