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I heard the tail end of this song on the radio last night, and rather liked the idea Brad Paisley was expressing. That guy, I tell ya…he has released some interesting tunes over the last little while (my favourites being alcohol and Whiskey Lullaby). This one, in particular, speaks to a mentality that is too sorely lacking from our society today. I know in the past that I’ve kind of hated the thought of being a “typical guy,” but I have to admit that there’s a lot in the lyrics below that has a certain appeal.

Title: I’m still a Guy
Artist: Brad Paisley
Album: 5th Gear

When you see a deer you see Bambi
And I see antlers up on the wall
When you see a lake you think picnics
And I see a large mouth up under that log
You’re probably thinking that you’re going to change me
In some ways well maybe you might
Scrub me down, dress me up oh but no matter what
remember I’m still a guy

When you see a priceless French painting
I see a drunk, naked girl
You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy
And I’d like to give it a whirl
Well love makes a man do some things he ain’t proud of
And in a weak moment I might walk your sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall
But remember, I’m still a guy

I’ll pour out my heart
Hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground
‘Cause he copped a feel as you walked by

I can hear you now talking to your friends
Saying, “Yeah girls he’s come a long way”
From dragging his knuckles and carrying a club
And building a fire in a cave
But when you say a backrub means only a backrub
Then you swat my hand when I try
Well, now what can I say at the end of the day
Honey, I’m still a guy

And I’ll pour out my heart
Hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground
‘Cause he copped a feel as you walked by

These days there’s dudes getting facials
Manicured, waxed and botoxed
With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands
You can’t grip a tacklebox

Yeah with all of these men lining up to get neutered
It’s hip now to be feminized
I don’t highlight my hair
I’ve still got a pair
Yeah honey, I’m still a guy

Oh my eyebrows ain’t plucked
There’s a gun in my truck
Oh thank God, I’m still a guy

Okay, I’ve never been one for hunting, but I absolutely hate the “Bambi complex” that too many people today seem to have developed in their view of wildlife. And while I have gotten my hair accented in the past, well…let’s just file that under “Mistakes,” and the less said about it the better. There was a time, O Reader, when I was well on my way toward liberalism and all the trappings that it brings. Thank God that the love of a good woman, and the support of a good friend, managed to pull me back within the fold of orthodox Catholicism.

I can’t help but think that if the above were still more the norm in society, society itself would be a nicer place to live. There’s a certain…I don’t know…virtue in being able to just stand up to, and if necessary knock down, someone who offends you (or your friend/loved one). Compared to the modern method of dealing with people we who offend us (which seems to involve Censorship and human rights commissions), the old practice of two or three exchanged punches and a bloody nose seems a pretty enlightened way of resolving conflicts. It’s right to stand up to someone and demand an apology for something offensive which is said or done, but only if the offended person himself confronts the offensive person and makes the request in person, one on one. Forcibly compelling an apology, perhaps accompanied by $30,000 HRC-mandated dollars in “fines” is not — or shouldn’t be — a socially acceptable way of settling differences.

And as for backrubs…well, let’s just say that it would appear that Mr. Paisley knows from which he speaks.

Also, my desire to get my firearms license just rekindled itself. When I have time to take the necessary classes…

~ by Kenneth on March 7, 2008.