It used to be a man was measured by his own words and deeds. The days when Real Men handled
their business face to face. Tackled the Tough Problems with man-to-man discourse. Looked each other in the eye with resolve and usually respect. Possessed strength of character.
That’s not the case these days. If you’ve got a beef with someone you’re more likely to get anonymous bashing, behind the back whispers, flat out lies. Chicken in the Midwest vernacular, we had another name back in Texas; All Jelly. Like the jellyfish, no backbone, see. Preferring to float along on the wave of popular opinion, looking for acceptance from a larger pod, unable to take a strong position, to buck the tide, to be a real leader.
No spine and has a mouth/anus. Couldn’t have drawn it better myself.
Still taking my shots here in Omaha, can you tell? My calendar is open if you’d like a word with me. I measure up well.
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