(from elsewhere) (Diary: My father was an inveterate asshole, an alcoholic, a ho

(from elsewhere)

(Diary: My father was an inveterate asshole, an alcoholic, a horrid and bordering on evil parent (i frequently considered killing in his sleep, and came close more than once), an adequate soldier, a fair businessman and a reasonably good politician, and sufficiently well read. But as far as masculine goes, he was very clear about right, wrong, truth, duty, honor, and violence. I f–king hated him as a father, as a human being, but, if you were in the right and someone did you wrong, or if you needed backup, holy sh–t, just him appearing in a room sent everyone running for a mile radius. I can remember half a dozen times him holding people up off the ground with one hand while they begged him for mercy, but I never saw him have to hit anyone. I had to (despite being small) fight my own battles (and a whole hell of a lot of them) but if it was ‘unfair’ he’d hunt the kid down, grab him and then grab his father (or in one case, mother) by the throat and explain the consequences. Things were settled quickly. And problems stopped immediately. And that was not so long ago – and things were better that way. Women in government and court, and law enforcement, destroy decorum, order, and rule of law, and out of their familial sensibilities, come social and political chaos the evils of which pandora never imagined.)