There is a heart in America -- a good, deep, loving, and true heart. It's always been part of our land, from the time the pilgrims first bowed their heads to thank the Lord for His bounty to this day. You only need eyes to see and ears to hear, for there are signs of the love, the courage, the hope, and the generosity of the American heart at every bend in every road, and there is the music of its song in every community throughout our land.
-- President Ronald Wilson Reagan, remarks at the Presentation Ceremony for the Young Ameican Medals for Bravery and Service, November 13, 1987
I am proud to be a friend of America and her people. I am honoured to stand with my brothers as we fight a long twilight struggle to preserve and defend and recover Western civilisation. And I am deeply grateful for all that has been given to me.
To obtain one, though, requires years of discipline and dedication to self-improvement. The road to being the best man you can be never ends, but the destination is not the point. The journey, and the lessons that you learn along the way, make the hardships of that road worthwhile.
And I am deeply grateful for the fact that, not quite six years ago, I decided to embark down that road myself. It was the single best decision I ever made.
I didn't know what would happen when I did. I was weak and afraid at the time. But if my past self could see the man that he would become, he would have kicked himself, hard, for not taking the plunge years earlier.
Trust me when I say this: when you embark down that road, you may start out filled with doubts and fears, but you will see your labours repaid an hundredfold.
You will gain strength from lifting hard. You will become healthy and virile through eating right. You will become financially independent and secure through living below your means. You will lose your fears and gain newfound respect for yourself through taking up a real martial art, and you will forge unbreakable bonds of brotherhood in the process. You will gain knowledge and wisdom far beyond your years by reading works written by the hands of the great men of our past and present.
These are gifts beyond measure, priceless jewels that are our inheritance by right as men. We lack them only because we have forgotten who and what we are. Reclaiming them requires only that we remember that we are men, and hold ourselves to the standards required of us as such.
I am thankful, as always, to you, my readers. There aren't many of you, and that's fine. I don't write for anyone other than myself, but I am always surprised and honoured by the fact that there are people out there who read my writing and enjoy it. Thank you for reading and commenting, for keeping me honest, and for your support.
One of the hardest things for any man to confront is the feeling that he is alone in this world. For many years that was the reality for any man who broke free of the conformity of thought and deed imposed on him by a sick and dying civilisation- but not anymore. We are not alone.
We are strong, we are happy, and one day, not far from now, we will be truly free, in a society that values masculine leadership and honours strong men who live fiercely, fight for what we believe in, and protect that which we love.
Finally, above all, I give thanks to Almighty God, whose infinite love for His Creation surrounds us at every turn. My faith in God was not easily come by. It took many years and more than a few hard knocks to get there, but I finally understand what Christians are talking about when they say that their relationship with God is a deeply personal one, very much like that between an errant and foolish son and a stern but loving father.
My faith in God grows stronger by the day, as I see what miracles He has wrought. He has not abandoned the American people in its hours of greatest need, and in spite of my former lack of faith, He never once abandoned me. My faith in Him has been repaid an hundredfold, and yet all that He has ever asked from me is that I obey His commandments.
And now, enough of such solemnity. It's time to EAT, lads! Crack open the beer and wine, let the alcohol and merriment flow, and let us stuff ourselves silly this day.
Happy Thanksgiving, to all of you. May God bless you, and always, always, may God bless the United States of America.