A real man doesn't need to be a bully. A real man can stand in silence and take the shit. A real man can look someone in the eye without smirking.
A real man owns up to his mistakes. "I fucked up," is what a real man might say. A real man doesn't blame others for his own failings. A real man doesn't respond to criticism with attacks and sarcasm and giggles.
A real man would not only meet with Cindy Sheehan, but invite her into his home and talk to her, and listen to her. A real man would hear the mother of a soldier he sent into harm's way. A real man can offer condolence without being afraid of looking weak.
But then a real man who advocates war would go to war, instead of hiding from it, dodging it. A real man doesn't just talk the talk but walks the walk.
A real man doesn't fear reflection. A real man doesn't fear to apologize. A real man doesn't believe the mythology of John Wayne (who dodged fighting in WW2).
A real man knows his shit does stink. A real man looks to the welfare of others rather than his own image. A real man doesn't treat "public service" as something where the public serves him.
There are few enough real men in this world. There are precious few in politics. Apparently, there are none in the White House.
"The buck stops here," said Harry S. Truman. He was not perfect. He had blood on his hands. A lot of blood. He took responsibility for it. Precious lot of good it did for the families of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. But it did do a helluva lotta good for this country, our country, which since then, despite having used nuclear weapons in war, has largely been respected and trusted.
Until now. Until this president, who is not a man but a frightened little boy pretending to be tough.
The next election is far far away, and even if it were yesterday, the last election is long gone. But as we look at the crap that's happening all over the world, I can't help but ask:
What would a real man do?