Nick Adams - Retaking America: Crushing Political Correctness

R ETAKING A MERICA

INTRODUCTION

For as long as I can remember, Ive had a compelling enthusiasm for people and things I like, tempered only by an equally fervent animus for those I dont like. Black and white colors tend to paint my world view, with only the occasional gray stroke.

Im conservative in social tastes, appearance and politics, but thats where it ends. My approaches, manner and behavior are unconventional, eccentric and often amusing. I dont object to be called a character.

Those who know me best say I love life. Theyre not wrong. In fact, if my perpetual struggle with my weight is anything to go by, they are probably more right than Id care to admit! (Id like to say any excess in every arena adds to my charm!). My hunger doesnt stop at food. It extends to freedom, success, and opportunity. I have always had an insatiable appetite for lifes experiences. Ive never needed recreational drugs, because Ive always been high on life.

I like to say I am Australian by birth, Texan by appointment (thanks, Gov . Rick Perry) and American by choice. As far as Im concerned, theres enough intoxication there to last several lifetimes. My zest for life shapes my political outlook. It is one of the reasons why I have such animus for Islamists: its not possible to find anyone who hates and devalues life as much as this group of people. And, I believe anyone who loves life will automatically hate political correctness, and its expectations. I suspect any passionate person feels this way. If you value lifes endless possibilities and limitless opportunities, political correctness doesnt belong in our world. In fact, I would argue that political correctness interferes with the pursuit of happiness guaranteed by the founding fathers in the Declaration of Independence.

As well as possessing affection for life and passion, my identity happens to be quite politically incorrect.

Im a straight, white, middle-class, well-educated Christian man who happens to be conservative and bold, and in my case from the very, very deep South. Im sure youve heard of us... we had the biggest hand in establishing civilization, and now preserving it, but are regularly mocked as buffoons by the media. Its not even worth me to trying to complain that I have been discriminated against.

Im a culturally conservative millennial. However, unlike virtually every other conservative millennial media figure in America, I dont support gay marriage, look hip off-camera or take selfies.

But theres more. Im culturally confident, even though Im now part of the counter-culture. Todays culture belongs to the hippies, meditators, and vegetarians, and thats definitely not me.

Youll never catch me eating kale, seaweed or tofu. When a waitress offers me a gluten-free menu, I decline almost immediately. My appetite may expedite my trip to the pearly white gates, but it will be ribs, brisket, chicken fried steak, mac n cheese, fries, and onion rings, washed down with beer or soda, followed by pie, all the way.

I much prefer to pick up a telephone than send a text. I still write handwritten thank you notes, and post-Christmas cards. I refuse to use anything other than a plastic or paper bag when shopping. I still wear a wristwatch, and its not of the Apple variety. For important occasions, I use my Canon SLR instead of taking low quality pictures with a smartphone. And, I must be the only person left, aside from the President and U.S. military, still using a Blackberry .

I like New York, Washington D.C., and Los Angeles, but would much prefer to be deep in the heart of Texas, or small town Mississippi, in my pick-up truck, at a Chick-Fil-A drive-thru (you wouldnt catch me dead in a Smart Car, and if you do youll know somebody moved the body ). Actually, Id prefer to be pretty much anywhere in the Midwest, Southwest, and most of rural America. Id choose to have a beer with a Southern conservative over a Northern liberal, six days a week, and then again on Sunday. Heck, I love everything about the American South: the drawl, the belles, God and guns, football, country music, and the swagger.

Early in 2013, following the University of Alabamas defeat of Notre Dame, the website Real Southern Men explained: Football matters here, because it is symbolic of the fight we all fight. Winning matters here, because it is symbolic of the victories we all seek. Trophies matter here, because they are symbolic of the respect we deserve but so rarely receive. Tha t about sums it up for me.

Im a Western civilization guy. I have little cultural interest in Asia and Africa. Except for Israel, I have no great impulse to visit the Middle East. I do have enormous affection for the AnglosphereAustralia, England, Canada, New Zealand, and the United States. I happen to think that the free world rests on these nations shoulders.

When I see the America flag flying in the wind, I dont see oppression, exploitation, repression, inequality, bigotry, and warmongering. Thats a load of baloney. I see freedom, bravery, progress, opportunity, and exceptionalism. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. It reminds me of the very best of humanity. You wont catch me sitting down having a beer with anyone who doesnt respect our military or calls servicemen and women war-mongers and refers to our pointless wars.

I believe in a culture that is proud, brave, courteous and above all, loyal. Im a family, flag, faith and neighborhood kind of guy. I cant stand liberals who dont like humanity, or even their country. The only thing worse than being a socialistis being an international socialist. Its one thing to be misguided but still be patriotic; it s a completely different thing to use the ideology as a justification to deliberately weaken your country to strengthen others, out of some desire to even something up.

Im the kind of a guy wholl flash his lights at oncoming traffic to indicate the drivers should slow down if they need to, because Ive just passed hidden police. It s not because I want people to break the law, but because my anti-authority instincts prompt me to do so. I have little patience for people who honk their horn at me because it is clear I am about to break a road rule, even though it impacts nobody except me. Im into minding my own business; in fact that s why I came to America.

Back in Australia, I regularly butted heads with teachers at high school and staff at university. I wasnt a bad kid, but I was bold and self-confident and I didnt mind challenging them.

I was raised by parents, within a nuclear family, with old fash ioned values. I was taught to stand up for myself, to speak directly, and not to be afraid to tell people what I thought of them, if it was warranted. That policy has got me in trouble a few times, but it always outweighs the alternative of shrinking the shoulders, bowing the head slightly, and slinking around with my tail between my legs.

I value my personal space. It irks me when Ive just parked my car in a nearly empty parking lot, and someone comes and parks right next to me. Or when there are ten urinals, youre the only guy in there and someone comes in and takes the one right next to you.

I love working out, but youll never catch me signing up for a yoga class. I enjoy swigging the odd stiff alcoholic beverage, but good luck finding me sipping an appletini. I hold doors open and pull chairs out for women. But I could never marry a girl not prepared, or eager to take on my last name. Ive little appreciation for feminism. In fact, I think its done far more harm than good. For the most part, it has created angry women and feminine men by declaring war on the concepts of masculinity and femininity. I happen to think men and women are distinct, and that civilization rests on preserving that distinction. Men do best when they are needed, and left-wing feminism has done everything possible to eradicate any need.