The Death of Men

The Death of Men and A New Male Renaissance
Men are dead. For years I have read articles proclaiming the death of men and I protested saying, “No, I am a man and I am alive and well!”, but what a claim! I had nothing to show for my manhood. I was overweight, undereducated, irresponsible and always broke. I was the head of a household but lacked the resources and resolve the take care of it. Now, looking back and knowing better, I agree men are dead. Men's knee jerk reaction to this, is of course: to blame women. However, it is only partially their crime and a crime of opportunity, at best. The largest chunk of blame lies with men themselves who, over the last several thousand years have leveraged their lifestyles into high excess leisure for low work output. Making the most money possible for the least amount of work, then coming home and treating their wives and children more like management and labor in the their own private leisure resort and less like partners caring for each others well being. The balance of this equation over time is the loss of Men's character and substance. Men slowly lost there responsibility and position as heads of household, and slowly changed from the producers in the workplace and family to consumers. Not coincidentally, the rise of the feminist movement brought women back to production status in our families and as men continue to waiver, women are now seen as the heads of household and are rising to that status in the workplace too. Gone are the days when real men built and repaired their houses and cars, supported their wives and instilled moral compasses in their children. We live in an age when men come home from work, crack open a beer and complain about their bosses, politics and the lack of good tv shows to watch. The responsibility for the family home, cars and children's up bringing fell to contractors. Today lawn companies, mechanics, public education and nanny's are picking up the modern manss slack. Through his own doing Man's progress in the world has become stagnant. Women continue to take up the slack in our families and our workplaces and men continue to die through self imposed motivational starvation. The dying majority is survived by a small minority that are brave enough to not only call themselves men but to also be men.
I call for a new male renaissance. Real men are strong, fast, smart, and responsible. And the synergy of these is powerful. I call for men to rebuild themselves, but I have no power or privilege over anyone else to make this happen. My only choice is to lead by example and rebuild myself and show everyone who cares what is possible. I am talking about a total rebuild, stripping myself down to the bone and rebuilding my mind and body from the ground up.
If causality is the constricting matrix in which you have no independent and original choices, only choices in reaction to externally set variables in any environment then I divide people into two groups. Those who find the majority of their choices are purely reactionary to their environment, (the slaves of causality) and those who take the initiative to make their choices ahead of and thus free of the confines of their environment and causality. The later being the causality that effects the former. I have lived till now as a slave of causality. Always behind the curve, always playing catch up, always having to react and feeling helpless. What now?
Would you buy a Ferrari and only drive it 25mph? Would you build a mansion and only live in two rooms? Would you fall in love but only spend 15 min a day with your love? NO? So why do the majority of men only educate and exercise themselves for the first quarter of their lives? What do they do with the rest of it? TV, beer, computers, social networking, random goofing off, whatever. What happens when you wake up and realize how much time and potential you are wasting?
Today it ends. Tomorrow I stand up and say dying a slow man death unacceptable. I am capable of being faster, stronger, smarter and more aware than I am right now. For the next five and a half years I intend to work my body and my mind to their limits. I intend to put both of them to the test, how fast can I be? How far can I go? How much punishment can I withstand? How much can I learn? How much can I remember? And most importantly, how much synergy can I harness with a strong mind and body. I will blog about this project once a week and detail my methods, progress, problems and successes. I will work myself everyday for five and a half years. The project will end on Feb 17 2017 (my 40th Birthday). I suppose tonight some of me dies and tomorrow the rebuild begins. But enough ranting for one day. Check back this weekend for more details one the goals and guidelines of this project