It really does not matter what the THING OF THE DAY! is.
Doesn’t matter what the argument is, what the narrative is, what the reasons are.
There are only two types of men in the world:
- Those who feel absolutely honour bound to keep their word.
- Those who do not.
Paradoxically, the first group will try to avoid explicitly giving their word, but even when they do not swear and oath, they will go to extreme lengths to keep to what they said they would or would not do.
The second group, on the other hand, will swear bling on their grandmothers and children all sorts of things, and immediately pretend they did not, lie, avoid, dodge, and deny that the sky is blue, without even a hint of shame or embarrassment.
It is also the case, thanks to the grasp of statistics (yes, yes, I know, a lost art to almost every human being alive today, except those few mystics who understand basic math and logic, like myself) that there are valid generalisations about various ethnic groups in this regard.
What? *Gasp*! Say it is not so! How racist! How, how… positively NOTICING of me!
Well, when you are finished clutching your pearls and urinating in fear down your legs, if you manage not to swoon, here are some statistical truths that will no doubt cause you great anxiety.
In about the 1800s or so, most European men, be they Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Sardinians, Russians, Latvians, Yugoslavians, British, American, or even, dare I say it, French, all understood that a man of honour, that is, a man of value, a man you can rely on, was the type of man that would keep his word even if he had to face death.
The same has never been true of the progeny of villainous scum, such as the Australians and New Zealanders, of course, because genetics don’t lie.
And of course, in other contexts the virtue of honour was held rather asymmetrically. For example, the Roma (Gypsies) do have a code of honour of sorts, but it applies to themselves within their own tribes and even then is a complicated and byzantine affair. To a similar extent, this is true of various African tribes and I suspect the original Red Indian tribes of many kinds.
The Japanese, of course have become world famous for their concept of honour unblinking even in the face of certain death. The Chinese concept can be almost as extreme but the rules are completely different from the Japanese one. And the Koreans are again something else.
Now, of course, there are always exceptions, there may even be a couple or three decent Australians, perhaps a blood-oath with a gypsy would safeguard you against that man’s relatives from robbing you blind or even defending you as one of their own. Sure. But by and large, clichés are clichés for a reason. Generalisations are still facts.
Now, let us observe the behaviour of Israel in this regard. In less than 48 hours it has gone from:
1. Exterminate all Palestinians, men, women and children are all guilty and evil!
2. Bomb them all like the Brits did to Dresden!
3. We blew up their hospital! HAHAHAHAH!
4. Ummm… what? You guys are all calling us genocidal evil Zionists? Errr…
5. We had to do it! Hamas hides their fighter in the hospitals and schools!
6. Wait, what, you still not buying it? Errr…
7. Okay then! It wasn’t actually us! Hamas blew up their own hospital! Hahahah! See? they are evil!
8. Uh….what? You don’t believe us at all and a bunch of videos show it clearly was not a typical Palestinian petard, thousands of which have done very little damage to anyone ever? Errr…
7. Yeah, ok… it was a… a misfire. So There you have it. unfortunate. Nothing can be done about it. Ooops.
And keep in mind that the motto of Mossad is that by deception they will make war.
Now, sure, in War, truth is the first casualty. And deception against an enemy is to a certain degree acceptable. But the outright, intentional mass murder of defenceless civilians, a good number of which are children, never is. And it is also axiomatic that people willing and able to do such things, cannot EVER be assumed to have anything even remotely close to a concept of honour, justice and courage as that enshrined in Catholic (and thus Christian, since Catholicism IS Christianity, and always has been) dogma.
Now, you may disagree with me on any number of things. you may foolishly, historically and erroneously believe I am in error about Catholicism, or Sedevacantism, or basic math and logic, but, despite the enormous lacunae in your brain, I believe really every single human being that is not biologically impaired in a serious way in their reasoning ability, is perfectly capable of understanding what is meant by men who can and do keep their word, yes, even in the face of death, and this is important, this is the fundamental difference, and men who do not.
All you have to decide in life, is which kind of man do you want to be?
And, then, far more difficult, which kind of man actually are you?
I have known since a young age what kind of man I wanted to become. I was 4 years old when my grandfather for whatever reason (and trying to safeguard my life, probably, given my mindset even then) said to me:
“Remember, better to be a living deckhand, than a dead hero.”
He wasn’t really advocating for cowardice, but rather against pride. In Italian, which is a very nuanced language, this is clearer than the English translation can express. My grandfather was an extremely courageous man and I know with absolute certainty his meaning then was simply along the lines of “Be humble and dignified and live, rather than be boastful, or caught up in status and pride and fall foul of the vicissitudes of crowds.”
But to my four-year old mind, it sounded more like the simple and child-like version: Hide and live instead of do something heroic and die for it.
And in my four-year old brain, I distinctly recall the sensation, and the thought. I never answered back. Didn’t disagree with him, for I loved that man. But in my young mind I clearly thought… “Yeah, but if you are alive as a deckhand, you’re still just a deckhand. A hero is a hero.” And it was not about status, or pride. Even then as as mall child, it was about honour. A Hero is a hero not because he is necessarily good or well-thought of or famous. he is a hero because his character, his heart, his soul, compelled him to do some enormous sacrifice in service of others and as such, he is remembered and respected for it, even in death if need be. And that, is worth something. Something numinous and imprecise and hard to define, but something important to God nevertheless. Something that some men know and feel in their very core and others perhaps never do or lose sight of it or fear drives out of them. I don’t know. I can’t say.
While it took me time to overcome fear or failure in this regard, it was never in question to me what the right path was. Everyone is afraid at times and everyone fails at times. But it is not those things that count, but rather your ability, willingness and actuality of getting up again and continuing forward. I believe I was about seven or so when I made the conscious decision that I would become one of those men and be one regardless of fear or pain or damage.
I did achieve this, relatively early on, but it was only after I was baptised that I truly can say any hint of fear I had was very much dissipated almost entirely. I am sure some trepidation in especially potentially horrific scenarios would remain, but above all, I trust God, that no matter how bad it gets, even unto death, He will do what is just and merciful and true with regard to me. And that is the type of comfort that can never be faked or bought, or synthesised in any way.
So, my unknown friend. Choose. Choose you want to be and then be it.
