Political Correctness – It’ll Never Turn Our Boys Into Real Men

By Tommy Zman Zarzecki

“Politically correct is the language of cowardice.” ~ Billy Connolly

The wife and I were visiting Bob and Debbie, longtime friends who were hosting their yearly summer pig roast. As the 100 lb carcass rotated on the spit, the males of the species were gathered ‘round the beast in true primordial fashion. Premium cigars were lit and enjoyed while the icy cold brews flowed like golden nectar. It was the perfect day for a bunch of ball-scratching troglodytes to grunt and throw the proverbial bull.

Enter: Little Billy – my buddy Bob’s nine year-old kid, dressed in full soccer regalia and hoisting quite the tall and shiny golden trophy. He had just returned from the town tournament with a smile on his face and the look of a champion.

“Look at that sweet trophy,” I said to the boy. “Congratulations on winning the tournament, buddy!”

“Oh, we didn’t win, Mr. Z,” he responded.

“I’m sorry, Billy, too bad you lost, but that’s a killer 2nd place trophy.”

“We didn’t lose and it’s not for 2nd place… or any place,” the kid replied. “EVERYBODY gets a trophy!”

As the little dude ran off to play with his friends, I turned to Bob and asked, “What the hell does THAT mean: EVERYBODY gets a trophy?

Before Bob could even utter a word, Debbie, who not only wears the chinos in the family, but also keeps Bob’s sack in a mason jar above the fireplace mantle, stepped in to explain.

“The people who run the town league feel that it’s best to keep the kids spirits high by giving them all a nice trophy. It boosts their self esteem and makes them happy little campers – and for the record, I couldn’t agree more!”

“Are you shitting me, Debbie?” I demanded to know. “Doesn’t the winning team feel slighted?”

“Well, Tommy, I’ll have you know that no one ever wins and no one loses,” she uttered with a toothy grin in her proud mom voice, “Actually they don’t even keep score. Like I said, the kids are always happy.”

And there it was… that familiar smell… the vile and pungent stench of politically correct bull-shingles, permeating the air with its foul and heinous odiferous stink. I turned to Bob with the look of disbelief and true disdain in my voice.

“Bro, are you out of your friggin mind? We grew up together and played hockey and baseball and all kinds of sports. The best stories we still tell to this day are from the amazing victories and what we learned from all of those brutal losses.” Of course Debbie tried to cut Bob off from answering, but I was on a roll and pissed as all hell, and now the whole party was listening. “Winning and losing is what happens in every day life. It’s reality. What you’re teaching your kid is namby-pamby, feel good, psychobabble. It isn’t real and you’re setting him up for failure when he has to go out on his own into the real world – a world that’ll devour him whole and spit out his bones. Today’s boys will NEVER grow up to become real men as long as they’re continually coddled in your utopian p.c. la-la land.”

As Bob stood there with his head down, like the pussy-whipped excuse for a man he had become, half the partygoers had their jaws dropped while the other half shook their heads in total agreement with my ice water in the face assessment. And my poor wife – yeah, she was embarrassed beyond words, but after a couple decades of being married to a guy who individually names his farts and thinks that fried bologna is the 5th food group, she was used to my “stand up for your rights” rhetoric. And as you can imagine, Debbie wanted to kick my fat-ass Polack ass.

“You son of a bitch,” she yelled with her fists clenched, ready bash my face in with a metal tray full of deviled eggs. “It’s none of your god-damned business how we raise our child and you are so out of line this time!”

Well, she was right – it really is no business of mine how they raise their kids. I mean, who the hell am I to tell someone what’s the proper way to teach their children about life. It was none of my business and I should have just shut my mouth, apologized and went on my way… right?

F that… I was just getting warmed up.

Unfortunately, the back yard brawl went on for a little while longer as Bob stood there like an emasculated mouse, his nuts in a mason jar and not an ounce of testosterone left in his body. But the reason he was so ashamed is because he knew I was right. That dude was competitive all his life, in sports, school, and chasing tail. And I think he was actually glad I spoke the truth, and that’s why he didn’t attempt to stop me.

There just has to be winners and losers at every stage in life. And the amazing this is – is that the world eventually balances itself out. The nerds and the fatties may get their asses kicked playing dodge ball in grade school, but they grow up with high honors and run companies while the bullies and the jocks often end up mowing their lawns. Karma’s a bitch.

Losing teaches us invaluable life-long lessons and makes us understand how rare and wonderful it is to actually win. I mean, if no one ever kept score and everyone got trophies all the time, how would you learn to develop essential traits like goal setting, perseverance, desire and intestinal fortitude? How would you ever learn that when your ass is getting hammered and your back is nailed to the wall, that you can reach deep down into your soul and muster up the courage to spit in the face of defeat and rise from the ashes. And then there’s the sheer beauty of winning – being on top, if only for a few fleeting moments. It’s something you never forget and you spend the rest of your waking days wanting to feel it once more.

Once again, I openly admit that while it is none of my business how my friends choose to teach their children about life, there’s the part of me that KNOWS how right I really am. If today’s world were to become filled with coddled youngsters that have shelves lined with accolades – all for just participating and not actually achieving or failing – what does that hold for the future of our country or the planet?

Today’s kids are tomorrow’s adults, business people and leaders. We want them to be confident and strong based on what they learn from the struggles and triumphs in life. It is my belief that the doctrines of political correctness make us soft as a culture as we try to please everyone, but in reality, end up crippling society as a whole. It is a dangerous ideology, and as Billy Connolly said, it is truly the language of cowardice. And now that I think about it, when Debbie actually reads this piece, she is seriously gonna want to kick my ass. But, when it comes to the stench of pc, yours truly is always ready to stand up and fight in the name of freedom. ~ TZ

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24 Responses to Political Correctness – It’ll Never Turn Our Boys Into Real Men

  1. Michael Kritsky says:

    Can’t agree more when it comes to how over the top PC is. I believe we just need proper common sense. Unfortunately parents don’t seem to know how to pass that out to their children anymore. Maybe because it’s skipped the past couple generations. The world has become a place where many are offensive just for the sake of being offensive. My theory? Simple really. Back in my grandparents day skin was thicker. Now it’s so easy to offend that those that enjoy getting a rise out of others feel like they are in a candy store. Don’t get me wrong I’ll call anyone out when they cross a line but I will not argue with truth. And many times PC is blocking that truth.

  2. Generally agree with your comments. In kids’ sports we should keep score, hail the winners, and give the biggest trophy to the winning team. However, there is nothing wrong with giving a small reward (a small trophy) and some recognition to all the kids for getting off their dead asses and, at least, trying. Too many kids and adults don’t try to do anything today. Generally, in life, the people that try at sports, business, whatever get at least some kind of award that the guys that don’t try don’t get. Sometimes that reward is just self satisfaction from knowing that you tried.

    • NFCC says:

      Not getting the award always made me try harder. It taught me motivation,determination and the courage to get back up and try again until I obtained my goal. I have no doubt those lessons served me well in my 26 years as a US Marine and I would go so far as to say those lessons saved my life. You are awarding failure with “I showed up trophies” that’s all they are.

  3. Terri Winters says:

    That’s how they WANT these kids to grow up. If we had generations of kids that didn’t try harder, or never had the desire to fight for something else, or to question the way things are…then that generation is so much easier to control. They would have no desire to change the status-quo which would be total domination by the very groups that introduced “The PC” lifestyle in the first place.

  4. Scott Gaston says:

    Looking for a “Rally Point” quick link (what better place than where people’s “Metal” has already been tested…Shared on Facebook and Linked in…SAG

  5. Kenneth Smith says:

    I would have backed you up on that one. I have had the same blow ups about the same subject. The real world doesn’t give out awards to losers. The losers watch the winners get the prize and try harder next time. So simple it hurts.

  6. Mark Hinsley says:


  7. Kent Heimbigner says:

    Alexis de Tocqueville effectively predicted this almost 200 years ago. If everyone is equal, then no one is excellent . . . we eventually lose the capacity for excellence and even the ability to recognize it. The sad thing is that the children do understand. If everybody gets a trophy, rather than making them all feel affirmed, more often than not you have a bunch of kids who don’t give a rats about their trophies because they know they don’t mean anything.

    In the back of my Jr. High yearbook, one of my buddies wrote, “to a guy who runs slow: get a car.”
    I did. The “jocks” wiped the floor with me at anything athletic. I blew the curve in several classes and won the Jr. High chess championship . . . but you know, that was nerd stuff.

    The point is just what you said: when I discovered that I wasn’t excelling in one thing, I found something else I could excel at. And I still have that chess trophy.

    I hope our children never settle for mediocrity when they know they can achieve excellence.

  8. Finally someone speaks in plain english that no liberal will ever understand.

  9. Bob Werner says:

    You, my polak brother. ABSO-FUKIN-LUTELY correct. This PC shit is rediculous. I have a 23 year old and 21 year old. Never had a cop to my home, well for me when I had a flash back. Buy I am a Marine. I raised my boys in truth, and hard. Life is hard. They could always ask me any question, ANY question and I told them the truth.
    In life you win and loose. DEAL WITH IT!!!! NOT EVERYONE GETS A PRIZE, SO TRY HARDER!!!! WAY TO GO MY BROTHER!!!!!!!!

  10. Teddy S. says:

    Roger that Tommy. Winners have been rewarded through our entire history as a country. They get the most money, the biggest houses and cars, and the finest women. That’s the way it should be, and if the losers or average Joe’s don’t like it, they can do what it takes to become winners. Kids need to learn that winning requires commitment, hard work, and sacrifice, but the rewards are great. If they get the same rewards without the effort, they’ll quit trying to improve.

    Keep fighting Bro!!

  11. Damon says:

    The summer I was 8 years old, I played 1st base for the Thompson’s General Store t-ball team that won the county championship. I can still feel that hot Montana sun on my face as I raised my glove and caught the throw from Jeremy Hankins at shortstop for the final out. I’m 40 now, but that feeling, that atavistic, bloodpumping, heartswelling, toecurling feeling that we had done, that we,d EARNED it . . well, there.isn’t much in the world that I would trade for that instant.

  12. Rex Mercer says:

    Wow… Great article. What’s the world coming to? They are hurting the kids in the long run when they will be ill prepared to deal with the real world as adults. Do I get a f*n trophy for going to work today?!

    • Tommy Z - Your SOCIAL CROMAG says:

      Thanks, Rex! I think the trophy is that we get to come back to work the next day…

  13. John Wasser says:

    Fried bologna…nuts in a mason jar…namby-pamby pschobabble…naming farts…I haven’t laughed that hard in quite a while. A bit more seriously – good form sir, good form! I tried hard to raise my kids with that competitive fire, that you play to win, and if by chance you don’t…shake the winners hand with the promise to kick his ass the next time! With my kids I think my wife and I were successful – both of our boys are Marines & our daughter married a Marine. And Marines, despite the questionable senior leadership love to compete and can’t stomch the thought of losing. Cheers to you my friend and your family!