From time to time, we ponder here the issue of how some politically conservative men have an unsure grip on their masculinity, prompting them to make fools of themselves with their childish expressions of angst. (Examples of such pondering are here and here.)
Today is a likely occasion to revisit this subject because it's the fourth anniversary of the publication of this blog post, a classic of the pseudo-macho genre, an essay that comes as close to parody without achieving it as is humanly possible.
The author of this screed is a deeply troubled man.
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Rascal, I read the blog and I'm still not sure if this guy is serious. Either it's extremely tongue-in-cheek, or this guy is so sick and insecure about his own masculinity that he needs heavy therapy. It seems that the ones who protest the most are the ones who are the most insecure.
The guy is serious, Mr. B., as his posts over the years will attest. We've all known guys like this: homophobic, sexist, militaristic gun nuts who are afraid of things that go bump in the night.
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