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.

Et tu, Brute?

My friend Dennis and I have always debated political issues; he being a "Bolshevik/Nationalist/Socialist/ Communist/Liberal/Anarchist" (his exact wording) played very well against my staunch conservative ideology. Regardless of how heated things may have gotten between us, at the end of the day we were always able to shake hands and walk away because in the grander scheme of things our friendship meant more than the argument--even though there were times the argument was all there was between us. This was all good and well, and had been working fine for the past three years; that is, until he introduced someone new to our forum. I welcomed this individual before realizing just how ignorant, uneducated, pompous, arrogant, and just plain stupid she was. Needless to say, it took just one "debate" for me to realize that she did not deserve a place at our table, thus my reason for excusing her. Empowered by her limited intellect, she resorted to name-calling and girded her loins for a battle of words with me. With ME. Talk about pompous, arrogant, and just plain stupid...Anyway, I dismissed her yet again after humiliating her with proper sentence structure and overall general historic knowledge, so what do you think happened next?  Dennis, my friend of 34 years, begins speaking to her in spanish. He either did not give me credit enough to know I would translate this or he thought me too stupid to even attempt that, but regardless of what his thought process was, it was wrong. He made some very disparaging remarks about me, and for what? For the sake of keeping this "friend" he had made on Facebook mere weeks ago, or was it to show loyalty to another Bolshevik/Nationalist/Socialist/Communist/Liberal/Anarchist? Either way, it hurt me more than it angered me. I wrote him one final message on FB and deleted him from my list, and while I might miss him (34 years IS a long time, after all) I do not miss the nazi flags, Communist flags, and negative American propaganda he was wont to espouse day after day. So Good-bye, Dennis. You made your choice, and I hope it brings you 34 wonderful years of comradeship. Good-bye Allison. Even though we interacted for but a day, it proved to be one of the best learning experiences of my life. I guess what makes this so hard on me is that I lost my best friend just two weeks after my fiancee told me she wants me, she needs me, she loves me, she can't do without me, then breaks up with me because her god-damned cat is more important than me. Anton Chigurh, where are you when I need you most? If not to end my pain, then to exact revenge...heeheehee.

Finished Quarter

Another 4.0. Of course, another quarter of dropping Math 0098. Will 3 be the charm for me?