What is so Happy about Father's Day?

Since Sunday I, like the rest of the country, have been inundated with one commercial after another proclaiming the best cards and gifts a man could hope to receive for Father's Day, and I don't have a problem letting everyone know this doesn't sit well with me. Why, you may ask? What reason could I possibly have for not showing the proper reverence and overall happiness for such a joyous non-holiday? The answer is simple: The remaining 364 days out of the yearAmerica is told what shitty people we are. Every "Don't drink and drive" commercial shows a man at the wheel, and every government agency proudly displays one placard or another cursing "deadbeat dads," "fathers outside the home" and "Kids don't need just a mother, but a father, too." Then, of course, we are saturated with "Choosy moms choose Jif," "Kix: Kid tested, mother approved," and "Car seats, safer than a mother's arms." Just for the record, I am not and have never been a deadbeat dad; I always provided for my children. When I was a father outside the home I still maintained custody of my two sons while my daughters split their time between my house and their mother's. There were times that I was both parents, as all my children could attest. And just to put things in perspective, I like Peter Pan peanut butter, Total Raisin Bran, and can say without reserve that my arms were always safer than anyone elses. It just pisses me off that men get such a bum rap, but on this one day of the year we are told it is okay to love them because they are special. This is an open request to whomever is in charge of the non-holidays: Take this one and shove it up your ass, because the majority of us do not appreciate the monster society has made us out to be.