We can be glad there are still some males around. We’re going to need them when the not-shinola hits the fan.
When that day comes, who will we turn to? Metrosexuals who would be afraid to chip a nail or get some dirt under it? People who are busy maintaining their tats and hair? People who are confused about what gender they are? Or people who look at a problem and think, “I may wind up covered in dirt and grease, but I can solve this”?
This is true. And my belief is that it will be the older generation that saves our bacon this time around. Back when we fought for independence, it was the young men who did the fighting, barely out of their teens.
They don’t even teach gun handling in schools any more, so we can’t expect the metrosexuals to know which end is the business end.
The ones who will solve this problem are the ones who know it’s a problem.