Be a real man and own it

I'm going to touch on one topic today, and it's a sensitive one.  But I am fucking appalled at this story.

http://www.delawareonline.com/article/20110120/NEWS01/101200328/Pa.+doctor+charged+with+killing+7+babies

This piece of shit asshole is responsible for killing 7 babies and making millions of dollars for years doing this kind of shit.  I hope this asshole that killed these helpless children gets ass raped for 10 hours a day in his fucking cell while having his head shoved in a shit filled toilet.

This is one of those days when I feel disgusted that this is the world I live in.  Where people fight over a politician getting shot, but support the slaughter of babies on a daily basis.

Fuck you.

I raised my niece when I was 17 years old until I was 20 and my parents adopted her.  Abandoned by her mother, my sister, because of drug addiction.  I love her like my own.  Taking care of the innocent and helpless is what a real man does.  Period.

So I don't give a pass to people who say "well I was young a stupid" because I was young and stupid, and knew the right thing to do was to raise my niece.

So I am going to rant a bit about us as males.

First off, don't have sex with a girl unless you're willing to raise a child.  That's right asshole.  Everytime you have sex you take the chance of getting that woman pregnant.  And if you do, man the fuck up and be a father.  Being a father is one of the greatest joys of living life.  Shunning that responsibility, abandoning that responsibility, or trying to talk that woman into an abortion makes you lower than dog shit and a fucking coward.  Period.  Guys talk about alpha male bullshit and how they run around banging women left and right, and what an alpha male that makes them.  Fuck you.

If you do get her pregnant and you don't marry her you still man the fuck up and take her to her doctors appointments.  Be there for the birth, and pour every ounce of manhood that you have into being the best father you can be.

A real man feeds his family, a real man takes care of his kids, a real man protects and provides.  Banging chics and being a self centered asshole just puts in you there with the rest of the do nothing douche bags of the world.  Guys like that are a dime a dozen and will leave no legacy behind worth remembering.

Most of our problems as a society are related to people not wanting to be responsible.  People almost always have a built in excuse for their fuck ups, rather than wanting to OWN IT.  A real man OWNS his problems, his fuck ups, his responsibilities.  A real man does not shun them, or run from them.  We all are going to make mistakes, some of them colossal.  But a pregnancy is not a mistake.  Giving up bars and drinking and chasing women to leave behind a legacy of being a good father is not a mistake.  That's what a real man does.

Any man that runs from the responsibility of raising a child that THEY helped create is a fucking coward.  And I'd gladly discuss or take that up with him fist to fucking mouth if he takes offense to that.

Yes I'm hot right now.

These kinds of stories should never be told because they should never happen.  They should never happen because men should be real men and own this shit.

OWN IT MOTHER FUCKERS!

That's the hand of a baby that reached out of the womb at 24 weeks.  Babies are born at 24 weeks every year and live.  I do not have a line in terms of weeks as to determine when someone can be declared a human, and who the fuck things they are so powerful that they can?

Doctors?

Doctors kill more people every year than guns.

I'm not going to go too far off on an anti-abortion rant because I doubt we will ever see abortion done away with.  Too many assholes scream about mythical back alley abortions will keep that from happening, and for the most part I admit I am simplifying the issue.  But it doesn't change my rant.

Abortion clinics would go out of business if every man owned up to his responsibilities.  And the world would improve 10 fold.

Real men OWN IT.  Cowards skirt the issue and run from responsibility.

Be a real man.

Rick Hoyt is a real man.........story below with video........

I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay For their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.

But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.

Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in Marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a Wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and Pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.

Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back Mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. On a bike. Makes Taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?

And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life.
This love story began in Winchester , Mass. , 43 years ago, when Rick Was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him Brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.

"He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life;'' Dick says doctors told him And his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. ``Put him in an Institution.''

But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes Followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the Engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was Anything to help the boy communicate. ``No way,'' Dick says he was told. ``There's nothing going on in his brain.''

"Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a Lot was going on in his brain. Rigged up with a computer that allowed Him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his Head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? ``Go Bruins!'' And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the School organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, ``Dad, I want To do that.''

Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described ``porker'' who never ran More than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he Tried. ``Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dick says. ``I was sore For two weeks.''

That day changed Rick's life. ``Dad,'' he typed, ``when we were running, It felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!''

And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly Shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.

``No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a Single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few Years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then They found a way to get into the race Officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the Qualifying time for Boston the following year.

Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?''

How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he Was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick Tried.

Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii . It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud Getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you Think?

Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? ``No way,'' he says. Dick does it purely for ``the awesome feeling'' he gets seeing Rick with A cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.

This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best Time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world Record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to Be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the Time.

``No question about it,'' Rick types. ``My dad is the Father of the Century.''

And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a Mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries Was 95% clogged. ``If you hadn't been in such great shape,'' One doctor told him, ``you probably would've died 15 years ago.'' So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.

Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass. , always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.

That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy.

``The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, ``is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.''