I got the idea for this piece while listening to a show on NPR talking about Bobby Knight. They were discussing how Mr. Knight was totally against the practice of a gameface. This is a trend in sports where the coach yells “Lemme see your gameface!!!”, and the players all grimace and growl like wild animals. Coach Knight (I still call him coach) believed that your gameface should be on 24 seven. That you shouldn’t have to make a face to express your intensity, that you should live that intensity. That you should be winner and a warrior every second of the day. The reason I’m writing about Coach Knight is because I believe him to be a fallen hero, taken down with the tide of feminism and political correctness. Bobby Knight was the undisputed king of college basketball and put IU on the map as the number 1 team for many years. Here in Hoosierville, Bobby Knight is royalty.
What made him so popular was not just his unprecedented skills as a coach, but his bombastic personality and his outrageous antics. He was a cocky, outspoken, no-nosense, take no shit, call a spade a spade, kind of guy. He was a winner! He was a very driven and passionate man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to grab life by the balls and go out and get it! He was a visionary! He was a motivator! He was a genius! All of these things to a fault. He was and is an ALPHA MALE!
Throughout the ’70’s, Knight took his band of Hoosier warriors and made sports history. In 1976, IU went the entire season without a loss and won the NCAA tournament. His winning streak was the subject of national headlines. What also made national headlines was a whole string of “bad boy” incidents, which included; beating and choking a reporter; slapping the UK assistant coach in the head; assaulting a police officer; and just being a general horse’s ass to his fellow sportsmen. But hey! He was the golden boy! He was delivering the goods! He was a rock star!
In the ’70’s, most everybody was willing to forgive the boorish, schoolyard bully behavior because of the excitement that he was bringing to the game. Plus, back in those days a man was allowed to be a man (somewhat). Fussing and fighting and mixing it up every now and then was just part of being a guy.
By the time 1985 rolled around, I could definitely tell that the “times were a changing”. It all happened with the chair incident. I went to school one day and one of my peers told me,”Hey man! Bobby Knight went outta control last night! They’re talking about firing him!”
“Really, what did he do?”, I replied.
“He got pissed over a bad call and threw a chair across the floor!”
“Yeah. so what. He does shit like that all the time. He’s Bobby Knight. He chokes reporters and swings at cops.”
“Well they’re making a big deal about this!”
And a big deal they did make! 2nd wave feminism had reached it’s peak in the mid to late ’80’s. In the press, Coach Knight went from being portrayed as a maverick hero to being a male chauvinist pig with an anger problem. In 2000, things went from bad to worse. Coach Knight went on a rampage and choked one of his players. Not to death or anything, but that was the final straw. Bobby Knight’s reign at IU was officially over. There were some other bad boy alpha males that came under fire as well during that time period. Ted Nugent, the “Moter City Madman”, took the nation by storm in the late ’70’s with hits like “Stranglehold”, “Cat Scratch Fever”, and “Wang Dang, Sweet Poontang”. He sang about the joy of nailing under age girls in the song “Jailbait”. On his live album, he gave a shout out to “All that Nashville pussy!” He would swing on a rope in a Tarzan loincloth during his show. Ted Nugent may be an arrogant, opinionated, insensitive, inconsiderate, loudmouth prick; but my adolescent friends and I thought he was cuntramming badass!
In 1980, he came under fire of the politically correct elements of the music biz when he released Wango Tango. The song contained a graphic, verbal description of a lewd sex act using a car and a garage as a metaphor. The feminists had had enough of this caveman. He was advised to tone it down, but Nugent continued to be his cocky, over the top self and continued his lewd crude behavior of cat calling girls and pouring ice water on his crotch at shows. His popularity started waning; partly due to failure to write music that kept up with the times; partly becuase MTV decided that they wanted metrosexual pretty boys with purple hair. In the ’80’s, sensitive bands like The Pet Shop Boys, Depeche Mode, and Culture club were becoming all the rage amongst the arts and croissants, pro-feminist, liberal trendies that were gaining control of pop culture.
We still had hair metal. Young men mastering the electric guitar, screaming and the top of their lungs, running around like banshees and retiring to a harem of hand picked honeys to party and play with. The ’90’s put an end to that. Nirvana exploded onto the scene. The frontman was a skinny, pessimistic, beta-male who endorsed feminism and was known to show up on stage in a dress. Gone were the days of cock rock. Corey Taylor of Slipknot once said,”Heavy Metal is the last bastion of men beating on their chests”.
I guess the point I’m trying to make is that alpha males with high testosterone levels aren’t always the most pleasant people to be around. They are hard headed, judgemental, uncompromising, self worshipping A-holes at times. They are also the ones who built the great pyramids, discovered electricity, and sailed the seven seas. We all know that there is an attack on masculinity that is reaching critical mass. Men have always been forced to supress their emotions. Men can’t cry when they’re sad, or when they’re happy for that matter. Men can’t show weakness. Men can’t show vulnerability. The only emotional release that society has allowed for us is anger. It is the only emotion that we can explode into that isn’t considered un-masculine (Ha! That’s not even a word, but it is now!). Now they’ve taken that away!
Back in the day, in a bar, if two guys were squaring up on each other, the bartender would say,”Take it outside!”. The two men would proceed to beat the piss out of each other and it was not really considered a crime. Not unless you put the guy in the hospital or something. Back in the day, if you came home and caught a man screwing your wife, it was not necessarily innapropriate to re-arrange the guy’s face. Or her’s, for that matter! Today, there are men going to jail for verbal abuse. Yes! Yelling at your old lady. Oh! And if you yell at her in front of her kid, you can be charged with endangering a child!
Now, first of all, I don’t endorse verbally abusing your old lady in front of her kid. Nor do I endorse bar fights, pimp slapping, or choking reporters. I do, however, want to point out that if you leave anger as the the only source for male ventilation, you’re gonna get shit like that! Feminists have clogged up the only valve on the tea kettle. When you do that, an explosion will eventually occur. Some guys explode and shoot up a school. Some guys explode and take their own life (Many if you look a the stats). But there is a new explosion going on; an explosion of thoughts and ideas. A loose knit collection of activists, philosophers, writers, and youtube content producers. They are leading the vanguard againgst the intolerably oppressive wave of gynocentrism known as 3rd wave feminism. MGTOW is still kind of a new thing that has not become a household name. When I tell people I’m writing for a blog, I have difficulty in explaining what it is, exactly, that I’m writing about. But it’s coming! It’s coming on like a hurricane! For every action in the universe, there is an opposite reaction. The pendulum is about to swing, and I am insanely curious to see what is about to unfold!