Jack begins this piece with making the point that it’s more important to have men, then to try and have only good men and miss the boat completely and end up with a feminized sense of manhood that does not value combat for its own sake. I believe that simply fighting bestows virtue.

He then goes into the artistic mummery of deconstructing the sign I have hated since my youth, the peace sign! This had nothing to do with some 10-year’s-old’s sense of geopolitics, but simply the fact that the hippie’s were my oppressors, the teenagers that picked on us. Now, having acquired a distinct distaste for their rancid philosophy I find that a do-it-yourself pagan tribe out on the Left Coast is turning their sacred symbol upside down.

It’s a good day to watch Civilization die.