Your idols were awesomer.
Your heros were the most ass-kicking, mythical mutants of men that god ever dared to create. You didn’t just look up to them because of your size, you modeled your life after them because they represented courage, strength, badassery, and flying a middle finger to anyone that dared cross their path.
Now your idols are talentless drunks that fall across the pages of TMZ. You worship celebrity instead of substance.
Let’s stop ready gossip blogs and stop making ass-hats millionaires. Let’s find role models that make us awesomer because we strive to be like them. We’ll never be super heros, but if we try to be, we might just be heros.