The Era of the Moustache

Get out the razors and trim those liberal beards, lads.

I’m a fan of the movie, Tombstone. It is one of the very last movies that portrays masculinity in a positive light. The performances are all top notch, but the performance that I rate the highest in the film is that of Kurt Russell’s moustache.

Sam Elliot of course has an outstanding moustache in the movie, while Bill Paxton isn’t that bad, and Val Kilmer is excused as he was playing a man dying of tuberculosis. Billy Zane’s stache was pretty good too.

I rewatched the move the other day and the moustaches got me thinking. I remembered a long time ago when an old rafting buddy came back after a short season rafting in far Eastern Turkey. He was sporting an impressive moustache that had not existed when he had left for his adventure on the Coruh River. He told us that men without moustaches are not trusted by the locals, nor even thought of as men. Boys have smooth faces and men have moustaches. Apparently, a beard didn’t cut it. It had to be a moustache so he quickly grew a moustache.

Here is Frank Wright of Substack fame in an off the cuff street interview that recently went viral. Yes, Frank says a bunch of good things that we all here pretty much take for granted. But note the moustache. It’s not just me that is thinking like this.

The beard has long been co-opted by basement dwelling Marxist losers and liberals aping the dress code of Canadian lumberjacks. They typically have scraggly neck beards that are an apology for masculinity rather than an extension of it. Indians and Arabs typically also sport beards of varying degrees of success or failure, but these people are our historical, cultural and civilizational enemies, so why would we want to look like them? And don’t get me started on Hasidic Jews.

The moustache was a cultural heavyweight of the Australian sporting era in the 70s, particularly among the cricketers, with players such as Rodney Marsh and Dennis Lillie taking the art of the stache to new heights. But since it was also the domain of hairy porn stars of the era, it soon fell out of favour.

But did it fall out of favour due to the emerging war on masculinity? Once again, notice the level of moustache epicness in Tombstone, one of the last great masculine movies that not only made no apologies for masculine men but openly celebrated them.

As our internal cultural wars start to heat up, it behooves us to be able to recognise our allies on the street, while walking without fear or shame. We need to celebrate our masculinity while simultaneously promoting our racial, political and cultural beliefs. They can ban criticism of this or that ethnic group, they can ban the display of this or that symbol, but can they ban the stache?

I don’t think so.

I have sported a beard since my days living in Saudi Arabia but I feel like that time has now come to an end. So I am going to join Frank Wright in his days of the stache. But if I can get even close to the pure masculine epicness of Kurt Russell’s full frontal facial assault then I feel that my poor life will not have been in vain.