Terrence Popp: DEADBEAT DAD DILEMMA

Terrence Popp is the military hero / MRA / evil genius / comedy legend behind the YouTube channel REDONKULAS.COM, which he launched in 2013. The channel has 107,000+ subscribers. Nobody does comedy like the Popp.

I thought it timely (on International Men’s Day) to post a link to one of his earliest pieces, DEADBEAT DAD DILEMMA (video, 10:13). Enjoy, but please avoid if you’re likely to be offended by robust language, DDD breasts, etc. (The breasts are at 0:30, in case you need to check the degree to which you’re offended by them.)

Through LPS publishing, my modest commercial concern which publishes works of fiction and non-fiction – other than books written by feminists, obviously – I’ve been working with Popp on his second book, The Killer of Killers (it’s the first book in a series, The Jericho Files). He’s been a delight to work with, we spend so much time laughing. The book will be available to order in ebook and paperback editions early-mid December.

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International Men's Day

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International Men’s Day

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#InternationalMensDay tribute – to a father and a police officer, by Hannah Wallen

I’ve always known the men and boys in my life have been important to me, but until I sat down to try to write about it, I never realized just how many stories I could tell. One I don’t get to relate very often is how my father and a police officer kept my first near-death experience from just flat-out being my death.

I was only 18 months old at the time, and having a severe asthma attack. I’d had them before, but they’d always been controllable with medicine and home remedies. This one was much worse, and the usual stuff wasn’t working. Mom declared the situation an emergency. This was an area my parents had disagreed on – in 1974, asthma was still thought by many to be a panic disorder rather than a respiratory one.

One thing my father had gotten right was that panic made it worse, and it was his calm, authoritative teaching that helped me, even at that early age, learn to keep my fear response under control, even when I was beginning to suffocate during an attack. That night, part of what helped me survive was that ability to stay calm. Panic always seemed to accelerate or exacerbate the lung spasms, and hyperventilating doesn’t exactly help during an asthma attack. Dad coached me through focusing on my breathing and quashing my initial panic, so that even if it was hard, I was at least still getting air.

Another thing was that my father was willing to defer to my mother’s medical experience even though he’d always been told asthma was imaginary, and when she said we had to go to the hospital, that was that. He piled us into the car and drove. Dad had worked as an ambulance driver, an experience that proved highly useful that night.

I still remember that ride, my mother’s quiet urgency, and my Dad’s calm reassurance. We moved much faster than I was used to. I later learned we’d gone miles per hour up a hilly, narrow, country road toward Lima, Ohio, and the nearest hospital. The whole time, Dad kept coaching me to remain calm and focus on each breath.

Along the way, we met, to me, the most important man I never knew.

We’d passed a speed trap, and the officer came roaring after us with lights flaring and siren blaring. Everything seemed weirdly bright, loud, and yet distant to my oxygen-deprived senses, but I could see that he pulled up so close behind us that the back of the car blocked his headlights from my vision.

I heard my Mom tell my Dad there was “a cop” behind us, and Dad replied, “He can ticket me at the hospital.” He didn’t even slow down.

After a moment the lights pulled up beside us, and I looked over to see, through the wall of burned-out spots in my vision, the police officer’s face as he sternly stared into our car. He looked at me, and his expression went from stern to worried. He pointed at my Dad, then motioned his hand in an arc from the ceiling to the front of his car. Even as a toddler, I understood that to mean, “keep going.” In a split second, he’d assessed the situation and decided to assist in the emergency rather than wield authority against a driver who could have been charged, had he been ticketed, with reckless operation.

The officer pulled his car in front of ours, lights still going, and led us through the city of Lima, Ohio, going farther ahead of us to ensure a clear path. He slowed and sounded his siren at the approach to every intersection, then lead us through without stopping before speeding up to do the same at the next one. When we arrived at the emergency room, there was a crew waiting for us, as the officer had radioed ahead. I remember what felt like a million hands lifting my very pregnant Mom out of the car with me over her shoulder, seeing the officer helping the emergency medical team, before everything went black.

It was years before I found out from my parents that the speed of Dad’s driving and the officer’s response made the difference between life or death for me. My airways were completely swollen shut when the crew began treatment. If we’d been five minutes later getting to the hospital I’d have died in the car. The officer’s quick assessment and astute response made that difference, and my Dad’s experience and reflexes made the rest. The two men worked together to give that medical team the chance to save my life, and they did.

Dad spent my entire childhood working with me on physical therapy to strengthen my lungs, encouraging me to get involved in sports, and being present for every moment of that activity, a grueling experience for a parent to watch. He was a constant mentor in my development of as much control as I could have over that health condition, and without him I am certain that, as predicted by my childhood asthma specialist, I wouldn’t have survived to become an adult, even with all of the medical care and maternal nurturing in the world. It was his analytical approach to the problem and his diligent coaching that gave me a chance at life, and then went on to help me prevent my medical condition from disabling me. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank him enough.


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Not Every Day is International Men's Day

Our thanks to Mike P for this piece (video, 2:03) by Glass Blind Spot.

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Not Every Day is International Men’s Day

Our thanks to Mike P for this piece (video, 2:03) by Glass Blind Spot.

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Belinda Brown: The daddy of all truths – why being a good father is the making of a man

A piece just published on TCW.

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Happy International Men’s Day – Regarding Men #41

Enjoy (video, 34:38).

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Neil Lyndon – an appreciation, by William Collins on #InternationalMensDay 2019

In the beginning was……Warren Farrell?

Err, no. In the beginning was Neil Lyndon. Neil’s book No More Sex War: The Failures of Feminism was published in 1992, the year before Farrell’s The Myth of Male Power. And Lyndon’s book was presaged two years earlier by the essay Badmouthing which was published in the Sunday Time Magazine. You can read it here (or have it read to you here). The AVFM editor notes, “Neil Lyndon’s historically significant 1990 article…was probably the first ever published to discuss a mainstream culture in the UK in which men were habitually derided; and it was the first to itemise the disadvantages and inequalities to which men and boys are subjected – in a society which ostensibly oppresses women”.

The Sunday Times own reviewer stated it bluntly. “What a brave man Neil Lyndon is. To criticise women – wow! To criticise feminism – bravery beyond the call of duty. But to criticise lefty feminist women – that is putting his head into the lion’s mouth. What a man!” Punch claimed that Lyndon would in time be seen as the Christabel Pankhurst of the Men’s Movement (not an analogy I would welcome, but kindly meant I expect). These positive opinions were the exception, however.

It must be the earlier essay to which some of the quotes on the back cover of No More Sex War relate, as they are dated 1990. The book was a rip-roaring success. Well, perhaps not by the usual standards. The usual standards would involve huge sales, great reviews, the right kind of fame, and guaranteed lucrative work for years ahead. Unfortunately, things were otherwise – very otherwise. The opposite, in fact. Miniscule sales, wantonly destructive reviews which did not bother to engage with the arguments, the wrong kind of fame, and a catastrophic career death spiral (our intrepid hero taking some ten years to pull out of the spin). Nevertheless, the book was a rip-roaring success in the sense that it annoyed the right people.

Helena Kennedy, (yes, her), in a round-up of books of the year, simply advised readers not to buy Lyndon’s book. No discussion, no critique, just don’t buy it. The quotes on the cover make amusing reading. Suzanna Moore, Independent, “I can go down the pub to hear the kind of stuff he comes out with”; Clare Short, MP, “He may be unhappy and insecure in his maleness”; Carmen Callil, Sunday Times, “There must be something wrong with him – perhaps the size?”. Oh, really, Ms Callil, surely you could do better than that. But Neil came in for a lot of small-dickery. Nearly 30 years later we no longer expect any more incisive critique than that garbage, because there isn’t one to be had. Small-dickery badmouthing is all they’ve got.

Prior to Neil’s solo charging of the feminist machine guns he had enjoyed, for some 20 years, the sort of stellar journalistic career that one might expect of someone of his talent and Cambridge background, hobnobbing with the great and the good and earning well. By the late summer of 1992 he was bust and work as a journalist had, most mysteriously, all but dried up completely. During his divorce, his wife’s QC would haul piles of newspaper cuttings into court, “proving” Lyndon to be a danger to women because in every newspaper in the land feminists said so.

They don’t change. Here is Julie Burchill talking to Julie Bindel 17 years later in Guardian Women, 13 May 2009: “But part of what makes a man a man is that he never takes offence! When you see sad-sacks like, what was his name, Neil something  – Lyndon, author of No More Sex War: the Failures of Feminism –  ‘Men’s Lib’ – that’s the opposite of a man, to me. Just shut up and take your lumps. And then we can all have a laugh.” No, ladies, by feminism’s own logic we’re due a few centuries of laughing whilst you “take your lumps”. Burchill actually has the nerve to say “I like men and get on much better with them one to one than I do women, who can be a bit emotional”. How nice. Unfortunately – and I think I may speak for Mr Lyndon here – we don’t like you. And why in God’s name should we?

Despite the barrage of flak that came the way of No More Sex War, the book was actually emasculated compared to its original manuscript. Feminists almost universally refused to agree to being quoted – against all authorial convention (such permission normally being a mere formality). But no matter. In 2014 Neil published the ebook Sexual Impolitics: Heresies on sex, gender and feminism which includes the unexpurgated version of the 1992 book, as well as other material. Strongly recommended.

And, amongst his less controversial journalism, Neil has continued from time to time to push against the feminist narratives, and take up the cause of men and boys in print. Articles are far too numerous to list, but here are a few from recent years for your delight & edification, published in The Telegraph: Why has everyone forgotten about male suffrage?;  The blame for this rape case crisis lies squarely with the CPS;  Finally, powerful women are speaking up for the rights of men;  Henry Fawcett and the forgotten men of the suffragette movement; Children of single parents are denied life’s little extras – yet we ignore the inequality they suffer;  Should dads-to-be have the right to opt out of parenting?;  Why today could be a turning point in the history of men’s rights;  The campaign to criminalise paying for sex is anti-male and illogical;  I know how frightening intolerant students can be – I was one of them;  Why do we treat boys as though they are naturally bad?

Neil attended Gillingham School in Dorset where he was Head Boy. (No, not tedious bio stuff, there’s a point). At 16, Neil told a teacher, Frank Hodgson, that he would have to leave school to get a job, because his family needed the extra income as his father was in prison. Hodgson decided to pay the family, out of his own pocket, the amount Neil would have earned so that he could stay at school and complete his A levels. Neil did so and became, in 1965, probably the first student from a comprehensive school and on free school meals to be awarded an unconditional place at Cambridge University. You can read Neil’s personal account in Boys need help to break the cycle of crime. He later set up a Trust for the school, in the name of Frank Hodgson, in gratitude. The Trust continues to provide financial support to sixth formers at the school. One of the Houses at the school was called Lyndon after him. And, yes, it still is.

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