While the Korean War raged during 1952, the movie High Noon hit theaters with a potent message about what it means to be a man, providing a moral compass for both men and women. All of those fighting in distant foxholes were men, those caring for families on the home front were primarily women.
A YouTube video essay on the movie, It’s Judgement Day–Where are the Men?, addresses a central question that remains even more relevant today, given the legitimizing of homosexual and trans lifestyles. Throw in the rarely defended attacks on the male’s God-given biological role in the natural world. Alpha males should be hated, it seems. Men and women should now be homogenized, diversity be damned unless it is weaponized.
Last night’s debate in Las Vegas reminded us again and again that billionaires are powerful, usually self-made men who struggle past all competitors in the business world to claim a top spot. Sheer intelligence and risk-taking give them the prize that the whole population would trade anything for. Having billions of dollars means absolute freedom from the worries that plague most of us. Independence is king.
As incumbents, billionaires don’t need to show “an obsequious or sycophantic eagerness to please,” as the online dictionary defines a well-known verb phrase: What do I have to do to get so-and-so to contribute to my re-election treasure chest? What must I say to better please the liberal media, since I’m looking for their support? What elected faction must I align with to bolster my inherent weakness?
Michael Bloomberg failed to come across as a real man in the debate, but not because of his size–few can help the genes they were born with. Once out of his narrow financial element, Bloomberg is weak. He apologizes for things that he once stood for, like stop and frisk. You are supposed to put more resources into the causes and sources of crime, aren’t you? You do what you have to do to solve the problem, forgetting about political correctness and profiling if that’s what it takes. Ask FDR what group of citizens would have likely harbored spies and saboteurs when it came to birthright loyalties.
It didn’t help Bloomberg to be on the podium with two radical feminists, Warren and Klobuchar. Both know how to mercilessly henpeck a man who backs down too easily, as if he were just another Jimmy Swaggart, male or female, who weakly begs for forgiveness. Swaggart catapulted such confessions to a forefront weapon in the feminist arsenal, to be used like a race card to win debates without opposition. Ask Brett Kavanaugh.
High Noon has parallels with the 2020 election now underway. Many believe that the election will be a Judgment Day, the last chance for America to Make Itself Great Again. Everything hangs in the balance to avoid a decline from which we’ll never recover. All Christians are asked to prepare as if Judgment Day can come anytime, without warning. “Be Prepared” used to be the Boy Scout motto, but now what?
High Noon’s central problem begins with the release of a convicted murderer, paralleling the Democratic Party’s long-held belief that police and military are the bad guys, criminals now the good guys. A murderer’s sentence is commuted, and he is now gunning for the town Marshall Will Kane (Gary Cooper) who got him convicted. Nightly news has hybrid stories all the time about such longtime prisoners that are released by the ACLU. Kane knows that other men in the town won’t stand and fight.
The men of the town drop out one-by-one with lame excuses. When Judgment Day finally comes, Kane is alone, the classic western hero. No one else will help, so he must do his duty, despite overwhelming odds. He writes his Last Will and Testament. The character Helen Ramirez in the movie is the one who finally asks the question. At the standoff, she yells out “WHERE ARE THE MEN?” As the YouTube video essay says about Kane, “If nobody’s there to respond. The town dies.”
Unlike Bloomberg, President Trump is a billionaire whose money gives him independence from the wealth-building obsession and other frailties that afflict most politicians. He doesn’t have to please everyone or do any favors. He can call a spade a spade when reality and truth stare him in the face. He is unique in American history. He might unwittingly make a mistake now and then, but his heart and brain are in the right place. He won’t apologize for politically incorrect opinions. He’s a man.
