The Native Iowan

Is it newz or bluez…

I, as a card-carrying member of the white ol fart brigade can no longer be cool, be masculine, be me…

SO I am being told…

I have been an avid martial artist all my life. Have damaged my body through lifting weights, hard work, adventure and misadventure. I trained the very succesful Solomons Olympic Wrestling Team for a couple of decades. brought home numerous medals and had two team members carry The Olympic Torch when it came through Solomons. It was an all male team.

I’ve raised nine kids, buried two, educated literally hundreds, have been the boogeyman and the best friend to so many young humans. Change the young’ns, bathe them, teach them to ride 2wheelz and to shoot. I’m into my 2nd generation of progeny. My eldest grandkid is in her 20s. And can punch as well as any guy. My daughter is a boxer. And a lawyer… kinda works,eh?

Hundreds of humans claim me as a relative. I am the 5th of nine born children and my 93-year-old mother claims in excess of 100 offspring. Most, not all, know who “Mike” is. I’m known to be fun, unbending, loud, rambunctious, and MALE. And I drink too much too often.

I shoot guns, ride motorcycles, race cars, fly airplanes, have many dogs (no cats) and am seldom refused entry at any home, hospice or domicile.

But I am toxic.

So I am told.

My wife of 30plus years kinda agrees.

But still shares my bed.

What is this looney-tunes world coming to when a bloke can’t be a bloke?

Think I’ll git my dawg n take my pickup out to do sum shootn…

Smiles