WHAT FLOWERS ARE YOU GIVING OUT?

13 Apr

MACHISMO OR NOT IT IS NO EXCUSE
By: Paul D. Hudon

I hope you received this with the intention meant and presented, and I am a very wordy person, and I stand for the woman, and I have very great disgust for the Machismo attitude that is put out there by men.
Now this should be an attitude which should be out of date. Now these people believe that if it is not MACHO, it is feminine. Well, I am here to say BS. To that and it is not a bachelor of science degree, ha, ha, to L.O.L.
Here is a joke I found on the internet, on FACEBOOK. This young man was visiting his grandfather, he stayed, for breakfast, and when served he said, grandpa, there is a film on the plate, grandpa’s answers, that is the best cold water can do. The grandson stayed for dinner he noticed the film on the plate and mentioned it again. Grandpa gave the same answer; it is the best cold water can do. When the young man is taking his leave: the dog growls at him and would not let him go. The young man says grandpa’s the dog will not let me pass. Grandpa says cold water let him pass.
Now this would be hilarious if it was not so tragic, here is a man who too macho for doing women’s work. He is probably of the mind that washing dishes is probably women’s work. Well, I am a man, and any man with this attitude deserves to eat off a dirty plate. It does not take a lot of effort to be that kind of person, because they stumble over everything, and cannot find things. Now it takes less work to be a gentleman.
Now if this joke had been told to me while I was eating, I would have vomited into my plate. If we think this attitude funny, I am sorry, but it is not, because I believe that, there are instances of this happening right now.
I will not let a dog lick my face because his tongue licked many undesirable places and you know what I am saying. So a dog mouth will never touch my face. I have seen people even kiss dogs right on the lips, sorry but that is gross to me.
You may say to me calm down, well I am sorry, but if I see a home that is disorganized and has dust bunnies the sizes of small kittens throughout. Then I make it a practice to refuse dinner invitation. I am sorry, but I despise a house that is kept messy. There is no excuse, and this is a hard and fast rule with me. There is no reason for this type of housekeeping. If I love you, the following must be my attitude.
Now you may do things your way, and that is your right, and you are right in your own eyes, just as I am in mine. Now I may not agree on how you keep your house, but that is your freedom to do it your way. It is not wrong or right; it is just yours and only your preference. Now I have mine, and I am uncomfortable in a messy home. I find that it goes as far as to jar my nerves, and a messy home makes me nervous.
I believe that if both parents are working even boys should learn to wash dishes, sweep or vacuumed floors, clean floors, windows, etc. The knowledge of these chores come in handy to a young bachelor who is out on his own. He should keep a clean, orderly and tidy room. If he is taught this at a young age and the example is in front of him as he is growing up, he will want to live in a clean and tidy environment.
Again I want to state that it must be his free will to do it his way. That is okay as long as he is a bachelor, but what about finding a loving mate. If he drops his clothes, everywhere he takes them off. Now will he expect his wife to pick up after him. Now is that not a women’s work asks the macho stud? Now if the children are too small, then the husband can chip in especially if they have a two income home.
I was placed alongside my mother when I was twelve years old to replace my sister who got married and moved away. There were 12 siblings and the three younger sisters and were not old enough to take over from my eldest sister. The next girl was only seven years old. I was 12 years old.
I took over as mom’s help. I did everything in the house, washed dishes, walls, floors, and windows. I learned to do them very well, and there were never dust bunnies in my mother’s house. My mother had a saying when I washed the floors when I started. Now she would examine my work, and she had this saying if the corners are going to get cleaned they will have to draw closer. It sounds different in French.
Now I live in a redneck town, and it is a shame regarding the fact that almost 70% of the men are sitting in the passenger seat and their wives do the driving. These people have lost their drivers license because they thought it was so macho to drive and drink. They hear unless you can drink your mates under the table, now if you cannot do that, you are not a real man. You are not very macho if you cannot beat up on your wife after coming home drunk. Then you do not wear the pants in the family. Now when will we free ourselves from this destructive teaching, thinking, or credo?
SON’S LAST LETTER TO HIS MOM, I went to a party Mom, I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
I felt proud inside, Mom, The way you said I would. I didn’t drink and drive, Mom, Even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right. Now the party is finally ending, Mom, As everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I’d get home in one piece. Because of the way you raised me, So responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, But as I pulled out into the road, The other car didn’t see me, Mom, And hit me like a load of bricks.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say, “The other guy is drunk,” Mom, And now I’m the one who will pay.
I’m lying here dying, Mom…. I wish you’d get here soon. How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine. I hear the medic say, Mom, I’ll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn’t drink. It was the others, Mom. The others didn’t think.
He was probably at the same party as I. The only difference is, he drank And I will die. Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I’m feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife. The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, And I don’t think it’s fair.
I’m lying here dying, and all he can do is stare. Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, Put “GOOD BOY ” on my grave. Someone should have told him, Mom, Not to drink and drive. If only they had said, to him Mom, I would still be alive. My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I’m becoming very scared.
Please don’t cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there. I have one last question, Mom. Before I say goodbye. I didn’t drink and drive, So why am I the one to die?
After Reading this letter, few have quit drinking, and many have quit the habit of “DRINK and DRIVING.” Did You know he said, “Someone should have told him, Mom.”
You know no matter how much it is said to them they still believe it cannot happen to them why they are so macho and say I can drink and drive, and even go as far as to say they are better drivers drunk than sober. Maybe if that is so, they should not drive at all.
But now is he not macho, is he not a real man, and all man. If you believe this, you are irresponsible and ignorant as he is. I ask again when are we going to stop teaching this stance or concept, either by our advice or by our example. My father was an alcoholic and he always, to me served as a good, bad example. That example when you see it, it turns you so far off emulating it. Now you never follow this example, or in his footstep. When are we going to become gentlemen, with respect for our women?

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