AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a personal piece and one reacting to something I have been told and heard over and over again. It ain’t pretty, so don’t read it unless ya wanna know how I feel. NO PC here at all, so read at one’s own peril!
I have never met anyone in my entire life that did not like actor Clint Walker of “Cheyenne” fame. But for my purposes here I want to reference Clint Walker’s role as convict Samson Posey in the film “Dirty Dozen.”
Everyone knows the story basically so no need to rehash the plot, but Clint Walker’s role in the movie always struck a chord with me. I always fancied myself a Samson Posey type, of course notice I used the word “fancy” thus realize I am not he, he is not me and it was a movie, okay? Can we dispense with the ignorance, ya know, just this once can I make my point without anyone playing semantics with me? Please?
In my favorite scene in the movie Lee Marvin’s character decides to challenge the gentle giant, Samson Posey. Posey’s crime was murdering a man who kept pushing him, despite pleas to be left alone. So in the flick Lee Marvin decides to push Posey to make a point, and as dramatic license goes, he pushes Posey, Posey resists and Marvin whips him. It’s called a movie and entertainment for a reason. I know some serious bad dudes, but most would not push a 6’5″ man, especially one who asked to be left in peace, but that’s not my point.
My point is Posey’s words to the Major, Lee Marvin’s character. Lee Marvin asks Posey why he was in jail, Posey tells him and Marvin decides to make a point by pushing Posey. Posey does not react to the first shove, but Marvin is going for reaction, so he pushes him a second time. That’s when Posey responds with “I don’t like being pushed, Major.” Then of course Marvin pushes again, Posey resists and Marvin uses judo to ground him, again, all for a point of the movie’s sub plot I guess.
Anyhow, I don’t like being pushed, and like Posey, will react really poorly to it. Oh, I can be pushed once and all that likely will result will be a steely glare. If I am pushed a second time, there will be words attached to that glare. A third push will result in “Katie, bar the doors!” For the uninitiated, that means, as they said in South Park when Stan “served” the OC kids, “It’s on.”
So what does any of this have to do with the price of rice in China? It’s a follow up to this morning’s article I wrote. In said article I mentioned the left, or as I defined them, the “political or ruling class” telling we who do not agree they will “drag us kicking and screaming” to their desired reality. This is a reply to Bill Maher’s intimation that the public is stupid and “has to be drug to it.” Well, for the sake of argument, there is not much difference between pushing and dragging in my mind. Either way someone better call Katie and tell her to bring that bar for the door.
“I don’t like being pushed, Major!” Rhetorically speaking, anyone out there actually believe it is their providence to force anyone to do their bidding? I mean politicians or individuals and not legal entities doing the demanding? Anyone? I just love the persons who think their desire for something somehow translates to a demand what they wish become reality, regardless of who may agree or disagree. They are my favorite type of folks. They have a lesson they need to be taught and by golly I am one damn good teacher. I teach by example.
I am not one of those who too often defaults to the “Don’t do as I do, do as I say,” like they do. I do not need to use my formidable size and appearance to get folks to do as I wish. Not only is it not my right, but it’s not my concern so long as I am left to my own devices and my own autonomy, I truly don’t give a rat’s ass what one wants or does. Make no mistake – I can be officious. I can be rather forceful if I wish, but that is not how I do things. I teach by example. I taught my kids how to live by living like I taught them, although clearly I had the authority to demand compliance no matter what I choose, but that is lily-livered to me.
The “because I said so,” parental argument and justification came from me on the rarest of occasions, and then only because the next step was to physically force compliance, and I hate that.
I expect to be treated with dignity. I expect to be given the truth. NO ONE will drag me anywhere unless they are dragging my dead ass, key word being DEAD! No one better think they can force me to do an f-ing thing, and if they do, well, I tried to warn one that was a really poor way of going about it, but one was way too smart to listen, so I will default to using methods that involve less chatting and a lot more “showing.”
“I don’t like being pushed, Major.” Those who desire a different reality in this nation better get a majority, and I do not mean winning an election. I mean a real majority that is all for your little wishes. Do that and I will be forced by law to comply, and as I am all about law and majority rule, within the caveats of acceptance of minority rights, I will go along quietly. But lie to me, BS me, demand in one’s childish petulance, and then even threaten to “drag me” and one can indeed see just how close myself and Samson Posey are.
I want to live by the law, but if one does not do so, that mere fact relieves me of any further obligation to. Lemme give one a funny, at least to me, example. Anyone remember Joe Horn? The Texas man who went out into his yard and killed two illegal aliens who were burglarizing his neighbor’s house? He was on the phone with 911 operators and told them “Get them cops here in a hurry or I will have to handle it myself.” (paraphrased) And when the burglars exited his neighbor’s house with the neighbor’s property he told the operator “Hear that? I’m cocking my shotgun! I have to go stop them!” Then one can hear Horn run out, scream stop and when they don’t he shoots one, pumps the 12 gauge and shoots again. Result – two dead illegal alien burglars. And Horn walked because in Texas a man can kill ya for stealing felony value property.
Well the point of this story is a pal of mine I had not spoken to in a little while and a little get together a couple days later. He was all bubbly and he said to me and the group of us “Man, when I heard about that dude killing them two thieves in Texas, I thought sure you’d moved to Texas Bluto!” (my Biker nickname) See my point here? People who actually know me in real life, know who I am and one of them at least was half serious that what Joe Horn did was what I would do. The group of my pals all shook their head in agreement. The consensus opinion was “Don’t push Bluto.” Like I say, when people who really know me think that, well, my relating this story is not to impress the un-impressible, but merely to offer my bona fides that I don’t do well with shoving, but as this is the Internet, it is full of pip squeaks blathering on as if they were 7ft tall.
I ain’t 7 feet tall, but guess what? Seven foot tall men don’t push me. No one pushes me, or drags me unless they are dragging a lifeless body. Is that bravado? Think whatever helps ya get through the day – fine by me. But remember, men who know me, and I mean BAD men, honestly believe that I am not one to push. So, which little Internet pip squeaks wants to threaten me again? Drag me where exactly? And this IS NOT a reference to any AC goings on or to any specific person except perhaps Bill Maher.
I will not be drug anywhere Bill. You ain’t man enough to drag me anywhere. The one that is man enough hasn’t yet crossed my path, but when he does he’ll either drag a lifeless body or he’ll be the one leaving in the supine position – I promise!
The law is the law and it will be obeyed by myself and the pip squeaks, or I will indeed go all Samson Posey on any who have the temerity and piss poor judgment to threaten to drag me, or by turn of phrase, “push” me. I will consider such a direct threat to my rights under all those Amendments to the Constitution, and is there a living soul that can read this that thinks I will wilt with that august document standing behind me?
Don’t threaten to drag me or push me. If I were to act as you do, those who make such threats I mean, most would soil themselves at the mere sight of my determination to disabuse them of their err. Boastful Whiplash, huh? Fine by me. Think whatever gets one through their day.
In my opinion, threatening me is like whistling through the graveyard. If nothing reaches out and grabs ya, and if ya run your ass real, real fast, well maybe ya can pull it off. On the other hand, if the hand that reaches up to wrap around your throat has a huge NC State, size 12, Class of ’92 Class Ring on it, too late. Ya didn’t run fast enough. People who know me don’t wanna be there when that happens, so I really find it hard to believe various Internet pip squeaks and arrogant, falsely self-assured political elites, a la Bill Maher, wanna be there when it does either.
“I don’t like being pushed, Major!”