He Rows Under the Volcano

today i ran across the song "Holding Out for a Hero" by Bonnie Tyler


Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?
Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need.

I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight.
I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light.

He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life!
larger than life.

Somewhere after midnight in my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
there's someone reaching back for me.
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet.

I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight.
I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light.
He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life.

I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.
Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I could swear there is someone somewhere watching me.

Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood I can feel his approach
like a fire in my blood.

I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight.
I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light.
He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life.

I need a hero. I'm hoXding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.


i found those lyrics at
http://www.asklyrics.com/display/Bonnie_tyler/Holding_out_for_a_hero_lyrics/75593.htm]

and the "X" in the final line was copied over without alteration

and yet Bonnie pines and wonders: "Where are all the gods?"

!!!!!!!!!!!

?

Heeee-Heeeeeeeeee!!

:O)

ok ok eh, ennyway . . . Bonnie can rest assured that someone IS watching, a number of Someones probly, and as for where "all the good men have gone," well, that's a loaded question coming from a female country-n-western singer -- given that Kowboy Kulture, at least since the Forties, has been a stronghold of matriarchy

particularly in film and music, the Western Code is blindly chivalric and vengeful, and on the Ranch men are expected to exhibit automatic "respect" for, and deference to, Ma'am

the film "Slingblade" is a good example . . . the violence of the film all resulting from retribution for a woman's violation -- straight Mater Sanctitas, code-of-talion stuff

take a look at the ole Westerns from the Fifties and Sixties if you think that Kowpoke Kulture duzzn't answer to Big Mammy


Bonnie's song reminds me of a princess calling for her lover from a great and high fortress, in which she has been cruelly imprisoned by . . .

HERSELF!!

the bricks of which were cast and placed by not by the, uh, "patriarchy," but by her very own hands . . .uh whats that about fishies and bicycles again?

lol, tsk tsk


here's AH with another appropriate response to Bonnie from the most recent issue of www.angryharry.com

this mini-rant by El Angroid-O was addressed, originally, to that truly lamentable excuse for modern American maleness, "Gender Studies" Professor Hugo Schwyzer, who, like Dr. Phil and the rest of the Bedbug Horde, make their living and reputations sucking off womens' self-victimization, whilst betraying their brothers (hey, "progressives" are the Nuuvoo Police, Hugo, doncha geddit bud??? You ain't a heroic knight defending the oppressed, you're a naive boy shilling for the New Inquisition)


AH opines:


On Hugo's site ...

Angry Harry ...

Well Hugo; I'm teaching them to hate feminism as best as I can.

I loathe and detest it with all my heart.

And your notions are slightly adrift about the "men's rights" part of the men's movement.

It is much bigger and much more aggressive than meets the eye. MensNewsDaily and StandYourGround are tame fluffy bunnies as far as most men's activists are concerned. Indeed, they are mostly very antagonistic towards these two sites because they see them as too soft and pandering too much to political correctness. You would not believe how big the movement is getting nor how hostile it is becoming.

Underground.

Hidden.

Seething.

And it is soon going to explode into view.

Perhaps in a year or two.

It's all over bar the fighting.

But you must not worry too much about what will happen to women. They will be just fine.

Perhaps a little more modest.

Perhaps a little less egocentric.

Perhaps a little less self-adulating.

Perhaps a little less selfish.

And, almost certainly, less powerful.

And, do you know what?

They'll love it! No. Not all of them. But **most** of them!

You know Hugo: I was a bit like you, once upon a time.

Ish.

And then, as I grew older, and the romantic gooey-eyed illusions concerning women fell away, and as I began to see women as people - rather than as women - I also began to see what they were up to - collectively - and what they were getting away with.

You're about 36.

Wait till you are 53.

Best wishes

Harry


there are thousands of "Hugos" in the social science and education departments of American colleges, happily building careers and IRAs by renouncing -- in public and classroom -- their essential masculinity

(maybe we otta go back to the old way, nobuddy under fifty can teach...)

by publicising the misandry of this particular Hugo, both AH and Glenn [Sad] Sacks have, ironically, made this ball-less little twerp mini-famous

oh, well, i suppose it's inevitable . . .

if the elder men in any culture are not permitted to advise boys and young men of less, ah, salutary aspects of female temperament and behavior, and to act as governors upon the more extreme elements of female will-to-power, then one ends up with feminized "professors" like Hugo, who remain in unconscious, child-like relationship to the feminine, whether personal or collective

. . . and spread it profitably and happily -- to our great collective pain and sorrow -- to future generations

creekie old-timers like AH and moi remember that in the Fifties and Sixties, cultural expression (especially music and film) was saturated with romanticism -- particularly the romantic (very naive) view taken by males towards females

like Fred from Fred On Everything, the Angroid provides Western culture with its Taboo Element: the voice of an observant and unapologetic male -- an Elder voice, an Initiatory voice, the voice that young men, for millennia, have relied upon to separate from Mother Society and enter into the wildwoods of individuated maleness (to the benefit of ALL tribal/cultural members)

it's a voice long censored and mocked in Western cultures -- which is why America drowns under the boyish, inexperienced "counsel" and "leadership" of bogus "professors" like Hugo Schwyzer and the other Mindless Hordes of matriarchalists

the Men's Movement is an enormous, churning, rumbling sea of magma beneath the surface of Western civilization, drawing on a Source of righteous indignation generated by millions of betrayed, disenfranchised, dissed men

. . . and by the grief of broken relationships, especially between men and boys -- this bond has already ben re-forged, and will be expressed broadly soon in the culture, an atonement -- a compromise, really -- between Father and Son

there have been MANY "Men's Movements" in the past, which we now blithely refer to as fatherhood, consciousness, civilization, religion, technology, language, spirituality etc

each of these, in its time and place, was a REVOLUTION, and was typically preceded by a war between, broadly speaking, Innovators and Conservators

the Conservators, especially in the (very) old days, was represented by literal primate matriarchy, and the Innovators were what might be termed proto-fraternities

each innovation meant a re-alignment of power, and so each was violently resisted

the current Men's Movement will be no different, and the work done over the past couple decades in the Movement has all been prelude -- that's why AH says, "It's all over bar the fighting"

the overt aspect of this ur-confrontation of gender are Coming Right Up, resulting from the "spiritual warfare" that has been raging -- in one form or another -- for many millennia

THAT's what all the yakking about Endtimes and Eschatons is really about -- not some gauzy "rapture" into Star Trek Heaven, but the battle of masculine spirit against the constant backwards gravitation to the Old Days (which are -- surprise! -- back again!)

the current Men's Movement IS the Apocalypse -- yep, the Very One we've long heard about -- and you can tell Hugo Swinezherd you heard it here last

lol!

this conference is concluded

the sign-offs are sealed

and all along the innards of this rok, from volcano to volcano, all down the Ring of Fire runs news of the gathering, the congealing, tribes, and the old stones and bones shift from their rest, and commence to burble heave and rise

AH is reading his geo/logical report correctly: the Men's Movement is going to disempower women and empower men -- not self-styled, transgenerational "elite" men, but common men with uncommon characters and abilities

hear me talkin, Hugo me lad?

and this inevitable development will be resisted by the matriarchy, but will be welcomed, when the dust settles, by the vast majority of females (and males!)

36-year-old Hugo Schwyzer doesn't -- CAN'T -- understand this, because like so many males in America, of whatever chronological age, he is still a boy

who in our matriarchy, after all, would or could have initiated him into manhood?

better late than never!

someday, if he's honest and smart, Hugo will thank AH for his baptism, and the Men's Movement for the secuity of his (currently inauspicious) future -- not for making him slightly and temporarily famous, but for making him a man


last word on this subject goes to Jeffrey Powell, Jr., a poet who is "autistic"

In light of hopeless voices changes can't be avoided
I'm staying in the likeness of molten calm.
It's hot in the crater, but like stopped stone on the surfaces, I'm hoping to master my knoll of Jupiter soon.
It is like the oldest godlike firths in the deepest recesses.
Great thunder rolling after the firestorm, warning that the dragons
still wait and watch. But giving the dreamer hope that they will not find the opening as long as the stony surface remains still.

The rain has gentled as have his tears.
The extra fair lady Ann is leaving
on the seaworthy voyage and will be in Poseidon's
realm not Jupiter's. Often the myths are the same,
but it is always known the Romans and Greeks
were fortunes apart and destinies different
Fair to drink the wine of Vulcan, but can't feed
on the ambrosia. Three ways freedom
could be won and that one remains closed.
Bitterness must be held back.
It is now understood to be the weapon of the enemy.

In the path of Mars I will search outward for Aphrodite.
And hopes and dreams of the muses
will hold a tender candle for me
till the orbits carry the life of one
into the path of Greek freedom and enlightenment.
And the fires of Vulcan are quenched
with the fair Grecian urn of contentment
and saving simplicity.

Dreams are like paintings, still and yet rimmed
with color and light, expressions of the painter's passion.
Come forth Helios lover of Aurora.