I AM A WICCAN WARRIOR
My body is my temple and I care for it
I Do not engage in useless activity
I listen to the God and the Goddess
I help myself
I create my own reality
My Warriors path is creativity
A serene path to enlightenment
I know myself
I master myself
I create my own reality
I nurture the ability to perceive the truth in all matters
I perceive that which cannot be seen with the eye
I learn from my mistakes
I teach myself
I create my own reality
I am not negligent, even in trifling matters
Grace and guilt do not exist in my life
I strive for responsibility
I honor myself
I create my own reality
I never disgrace the God, the Goddess, nor Wicca
I do not harbour sinister designs
I harm none, do what thou wilt
I master myself
I create my own reality
Monday, August 30, 2010
Social Code for a Real Man
A Real Man, no matter what the women insists, PAYS FOR THE DATE.
A Real Man DEALS with IT, be it a flat tyre, break-in into your home, or a natural disaster, you DEAL WITH IT.
A Real Man not only eats red meat, he often kills it himself.
A Real Man doesn't worry about living to be 90. It's not how long you live, but how well. If you're 90 years old and still smoking cigars and drinking, I salute you. If you are still having sex, you are a god.
A Real Man does not use more hair or skin products than a woman. Women have several supermarket aisles of stuff. Real Mans need deodorant and shaving gear - that's it!!
A Real Man does not dress like a homeboy with baggy pants that look like he's shat himself. If wearing a hat, wear it correctly - not on the side like an idiot.
A Real Man should know how to properly kill stuff (or people) if need be. This falls under the "DEALING WITH IT" portion of The Code.
A Real Man does not let neighbours screw up rooms in his house on national TV.
A Real Man is allowed to seek professional help for major mental stress such as drug/alcohol addiction, death of your entire family in a freak BBQ accident, favourite sports team being moved to a different city, favourite dog expiring, etc.
You are NOT allowed to see a shrink because Daddy didn't pay you enough attention. Daddy was busy DEALING WITH IT.
When you screwed up, he DEALT with you.
A Real Man will have at least one outfit in his wardrobe designed to conceal himself from prey.
A Real Man knows how to tie a Windsor knot when wearing a tie – and ONLY a Windsor knot.
A Real Man should have at least one good wound he can brag about getting. This does not include males who have had cosmetic surgery.
A Real Man knows how to use a basic set of tools. If you can't hammer a nail, or drill a straight hole, practice in secret until you can.
A Real Man knows that owning a gun is not a sign that you are riddled with fear, guns are TOOLS and are often essential to DEAL WITH IT. Plus it's just plain fun to fire one off in the direction of those people or things that just need a little "waking up".
There are very few reasons that a Real Man may cry, and none of them have to do with TV commercials, movies, or soap operas. Sports teams are sometimes a reason to cry, but the preferred method of release is swearing or throwing the remote control. Some reasons a Real Man can cry include (but are not limited to) death of a loved one, death of a pet (fish do NOT count as pets in this case), loss of a major body part, or loss of major body part on your pick up truck.
When a Real Man is on a crowded bus and/or a commuter train, and a pregnant woman, heck, any woman gets on, that Real Man stands up and offers his seat to that woman, then looks around at the other so-called men still in their seats with a disgusted "you rude pricks" look on his face.
A Real Man will have hobbies and habits his wife and mother do not understand, but that are essential to his manliness, in that they offset the acceptable manliness decline he suffers when married/engaged or in a serious healthy relationship - i.e. hunting, boxing, shot putting, shooting, cigars, car maintenance and drinking major amounts of grog with the boys.
A Real Man knows how to sharpen his own knives and kitchen utensils.
A Real Man can chop down a tree and make it land where he wants. Wherever it lands is where he bloody well wanted it to land! Except on his Pick up !--that would happen because of a "force of nature", and then the Real Man man's options are to Cry, or to DEAL WITH IT, or do both.
A Real Man will give up his seat on a bus to not only any women but any elderly person or person in military dress (except 2nd Lt's) NOTE: The person in military dress may turn down the offer but the Real Man man will ALWAYS make the offer to them and thank them for serving their country.
A Real Man man doesn't need a contract -- a handshake is good enough.
A Real Man man doesn't immediately look to sue someone when he does something stupid and hurts himself. We understand that sometimes in the process of doing things we get hurt and we just DEAL WITH IT!
A Real Man DEALS with IT, be it a flat tyre, break-in into your home, or a natural disaster, you DEAL WITH IT.
A Real Man not only eats red meat, he often kills it himself.
A Real Man doesn't worry about living to be 90. It's not how long you live, but how well. If you're 90 years old and still smoking cigars and drinking, I salute you. If you are still having sex, you are a god.
A Real Man does not use more hair or skin products than a woman. Women have several supermarket aisles of stuff. Real Mans need deodorant and shaving gear - that's it!!
A Real Man does not dress like a homeboy with baggy pants that look like he's shat himself. If wearing a hat, wear it correctly - not on the side like an idiot.
A Real Man should know how to properly kill stuff (or people) if need be. This falls under the "DEALING WITH IT" portion of The Code.
A Real Man does not let neighbours screw up rooms in his house on national TV.
A Real Man is allowed to seek professional help for major mental stress such as drug/alcohol addiction, death of your entire family in a freak BBQ accident, favourite sports team being moved to a different city, favourite dog expiring, etc.
You are NOT allowed to see a shrink because Daddy didn't pay you enough attention. Daddy was busy DEALING WITH IT.
When you screwed up, he DEALT with you.
A Real Man will have at least one outfit in his wardrobe designed to conceal himself from prey.
A Real Man knows how to tie a Windsor knot when wearing a tie – and ONLY a Windsor knot.
A Real Man should have at least one good wound he can brag about getting. This does not include males who have had cosmetic surgery.
A Real Man knows how to use a basic set of tools. If you can't hammer a nail, or drill a straight hole, practice in secret until you can.
A Real Man knows that owning a gun is not a sign that you are riddled with fear, guns are TOOLS and are often essential to DEAL WITH IT. Plus it's just plain fun to fire one off in the direction of those people or things that just need a little "waking up".
There are very few reasons that a Real Man may cry, and none of them have to do with TV commercials, movies, or soap operas. Sports teams are sometimes a reason to cry, but the preferred method of release is swearing or throwing the remote control. Some reasons a Real Man can cry include (but are not limited to) death of a loved one, death of a pet (fish do NOT count as pets in this case), loss of a major body part, or loss of major body part on your pick up truck.
When a Real Man is on a crowded bus and/or a commuter train, and a pregnant woman, heck, any woman gets on, that Real Man stands up and offers his seat to that woman, then looks around at the other so-called men still in their seats with a disgusted "you rude pricks" look on his face.
A Real Man will have hobbies and habits his wife and mother do not understand, but that are essential to his manliness, in that they offset the acceptable manliness decline he suffers when married/engaged or in a serious healthy relationship - i.e. hunting, boxing, shot putting, shooting, cigars, car maintenance and drinking major amounts of grog with the boys.
A Real Man knows how to sharpen his own knives and kitchen utensils.
A Real Man can chop down a tree and make it land where he wants. Wherever it lands is where he bloody well wanted it to land! Except on his Pick up !--that would happen because of a "force of nature", and then the Real Man man's options are to Cry, or to DEAL WITH IT, or do both.
A Real Man will give up his seat on a bus to not only any women but any elderly person or person in military dress (except 2nd Lt's) NOTE: The person in military dress may turn down the offer but the Real Man man will ALWAYS make the offer to them and thank them for serving their country.
A Real Man man doesn't need a contract -- a handshake is good enough.
A Real Man man doesn't immediately look to sue someone when he does something stupid and hurts himself. We understand that sometimes in the process of doing things we get hurt and we just DEAL WITH IT!
Poem: A Friend Has Gone
You were riding home from a days work on a Vuka
And had been hit-and-run by some other car
which just sped of into the night
leaving your poor soul at the mercy of others' plight
Your body was bent awkward and his crash helmet smashed
Your face was cut and your jaw was broken
Blood was running freely from your face
Nobody wanted to be in his place
The police arrived and gave you one look
They were not concerned with you fighting for your life
To them it was more important to place the cones in the road
They have a system to follow and they take note
O yes...they remembered to call ER 24
But only after all the cones were in there placed
And not even after it looked like all was under control
Did they enquire at the situation of the young soul
I lay there with you on the cold tar
breathing air that smells of oil
Spiritually we talked and assured each other
that we really care for one another
I did not know that it was you
As you were covered in a crash helmet
Even when the helmet was taken off your head
I could not recall that we ever met
The next morning I wanted to visit you in Hospital
There was no parking so I decided to go the afternoon
A shocking message came onto my phone
That the young man in the accident was someone known
The worst part was still to come
You died on the way to the hospital
My mood is quiet and I am blown
A friend of mine had flown
Go well my friend go well free
This life of yours not more to see
The next might even be a better shot
As this life did not give you all it got
I am glad I was there for you in need
This what we all do for friend we meet
I'll miss your smile and greetings
You surely touched all of my feelings.
And had been hit-and-run by some other car
which just sped of into the night
leaving your poor soul at the mercy of others' plight
Your body was bent awkward and his crash helmet smashed
Your face was cut and your jaw was broken
Blood was running freely from your face
Nobody wanted to be in his place
The police arrived and gave you one look
They were not concerned with you fighting for your life
To them it was more important to place the cones in the road
They have a system to follow and they take note
O yes...they remembered to call ER 24
But only after all the cones were in there placed
And not even after it looked like all was under control
Did they enquire at the situation of the young soul
I lay there with you on the cold tar
breathing air that smells of oil
Spiritually we talked and assured each other
that we really care for one another
I did not know that it was you
As you were covered in a crash helmet
Even when the helmet was taken off your head
I could not recall that we ever met
The next morning I wanted to visit you in Hospital
There was no parking so I decided to go the afternoon
A shocking message came onto my phone
That the young man in the accident was someone known
The worst part was still to come
You died on the way to the hospital
My mood is quiet and I am blown
A friend of mine had flown
Go well my friend go well free
This life of yours not more to see
The next might even be a better shot
As this life did not give you all it got
I am glad I was there for you in need
This what we all do for friend we meet
I'll miss your smile and greetings
You surely touched all of my feelings.
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