I'm pretty sure Ron hired the guy who wrote the description on the back of the Final Fantasy video game to do this piece for him.
Nevertheless - the point is clear: Will we allow in-fighting and betrayal from within our own ranks to tear us apart like the Jackson 5 ? Or will we realize the bigger picture and put ego aside to reach collective glory like the Eagles when they re-formed for the 'Hell Freezes Over' tour?
Behold a gripping and epic post that asks all men the simple question - do you really want to be Tito Jackson??
The nature of glory is revealed only to he who can realize that he is not separate, but instead one with his brother.
Also, "there is no 'I' in team".
Enjoy
From Ron:
It is February 6th, 2007. As we approach the eleventh hour, the odyssey of Facebush 2007 unfolds, stopping for no man, granting no quarter and expecting none in return. Those of us courageous souls who have answered the call of bravery and triumph have endured untold hardships and suffered torturous tribulations that would annihilate lesser men; still we forge ahead, undaunted, heads held high, moustaches preened and bristling with glory. Not since the emancipation of the black man or the exodus of the Israelites from Egypt have men been united under a banner of brotherhood so strong, so magnificent in its scope. United and bound, our commitment and sacrifice is a staggering testament to manhood, one that shall outlive all of the creations of men and gods alike.
…But all is not well.
In recent days, it has become fashionable for some among us to heap disdain and mockery upon our brethren. Under the guise of "competition", men have been stabbing their fellows with the knives of guilt and repression, and crimson rivers of blood course through the streets. But even as our hands are stained red by this treachery, there must be those among us who are brave enough to stand up to their oppressors and shout their defiance for all to hear.
In these cruel and dark times, feminists, emo-boys and the unscrupulous denizens of Church Street prowl that shadowy hinterland where manhood ends and chaos begins, ravenously seeking out any trace of masculinity and quashing it with ghastly pleasure. In these unspeakable times, men are made to feel as boys with every Fall Out Boy music video they see, with every pink shirt they don, with every swipe of that vile nemesis of manhood – the razor. But even in the face of these encroaching hordes, inconceivably and with so little time left, some of our brothers have called our moustaches into question for their authenticity and adequacy! Why must we attack each other in this way, my brothers-in-arms? This crucial time is one where our unity and steadfastness must shine like a second sun against the evil darkness of non-men! If you prick us, do we not bleed?
I call upon you all, my hirsute brothers, to stand together, arms locked in the spirit of unity, and revel in the pride of your moustaches. We must recognize even the most fair-skinned and fair-haired among us for their effort. Let disdain not be the cause of the day, but instead let exaltation and congratulation rule. We must all be commended, any of us who have shown dedication to the cause. All of our moustaches, from the barely discernable peach-fuzz to the bristling, unchecked overgrowth of moustache supremacy, should be extolled unto the heavens.
But let the treachery of fools and weaklings not go unpunished: He who shows his brethren the weakness of compliance with the outside world; He whose irresponsibility and lack of foresight left him clean-shaven and cast out from the fold; He who poisons and mocks his brethren even as their moustaches inch slowly outward. Let the souls of these treasonous rogues burn for eternity in the 9th circle of hell, for they are not our brothers.
I call upon you now to display to the throngs the power of men united as one. Let them tremble and quake in terror, for we are triumphant!
I submit to you that if a man hasn't discovered something he will die for, he isn't fit to live.
Martin Luther King Jr.,
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
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