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    Happy FathARRRR’s Day!

    By DK | June 21, 2009 |

    TTFfathersday09

    Fathers young, fathers old
    Remembering good times are our gold.

    Value earned through guidance given
    Helping us go forth in living’.

    Each father adding to our trove
    A treasure chest of love untold.

    Remembering fathers in our lives
    Taking time to realize.

    Fatherly love brings wealth to living
    Remembering this we go forth in giving.

    Fathers young, fathers old
    We remember you all
    As life unfolds.

    -Ragini

    Happy Father’s Day to all the Dad’s out there! Enjoy your day!:matey:

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    5 Responses to “Happy FathARRRR’s Day!”

    1. 1
      TC says:

      #1 WOOOOOHOOOO!! I’m NUMBER ONE!

    2. 2
      Sandi says:

      From todays paper…

      Time dad again sat on the back porch with PBR….
      By Tom Purcell

      Ah, Father’s Day is upon us. I can’t think of a better time for dads and men to remember how to be dads and men.

      Flip on the tube any time during the day and you’ll see fathers portrayed as hapless buffoons, saved from themselves by their wives and all-knowing children.

      To be sure, the state of the American male is in shambles — though I’m not fully sure how we got here.

      I remember the ’60s. The women’s movement was beginning to gain traction, but in our neighborhood the moms tended to cook and watch the children, whereas the men earned the money and tended to the yard, then shot the bull over a few Pabst Blue Ribbons.

      I remember the ’70s. The evening news featured equal-rights protests at which women burned their bras. Still, in our neighborhood, most of the moms stayed home and the dads worked and drank Pabst Blue Ribbon.

      During the ’80s, the economy exploded. Everyone was so busy working and getting ahead that few noticed — or took the time to celebrate — the tremendous strides women were making.

      The ’90s came and went quickly. Women kept blossoming and growing.

      And in 2009, women are doing very well. They’re doing better than men at all levels of education. In the large metros, they’re out-earning us by thousands of dollars.

      Somewhere along the way, women weren’t content with mere equality. They decided they wanted to remake us in their own image.

      Boy, have we responded.

      Sensitive new-age men now spend hours fretting over their looks and style.

      Look, men, we need to whip ourselves back into shape — we need to remember how men and fathers should be.

      When our wives dress our sons up in knickers and saddle shoes, we must respond the way older fathers would have responded: “No son of mine is going to wear any damn knickers!”

      We must retake control over the naming process of our children. We must give our boys names such as Tom, Mike, Jim and Joe — not let our wives name them Gilad, Jeremy and Michelle.

      Our role is to focus on the unpleasant job of fathering, to do the often unpopular work that will prepare children for a competitive world.

      We must regain our backbone. We must earn respect by being good husbands and fathers — and we must demand that we be respected.

      There’s nothing wrong with being more attentive to our children than the fathers of old were.

      There’s nothing wrong with changing the diapers and having long conversations and showing emotion.

      But somewhere along the way, we’ve let ourselves become wimps and buffoons. It’s up to us now. We must restore some needed balance and equilibrium to the American family.

      If we do, after a long productive day of fathering we will be able to enjoy an occasional Pabst Blue Ribbon on the back porch.

      If we don’t, it is just a matter of time before modern dads are forced to wear knickers and saddle shoes, too.

    3. 3
      TC says:

      I’m drinkin imported brew from south of the border today. :hangover:

      La Cerveza del Pacifico!

    4. 4
      parker394 says:
    5. 5
      Sam says:

      Sandi on June 21, 2009 at 12:24 pm  (QUOTE) said:

      From todays paper…

      Time dad again sat on the back porch with PBR….
      By Tom Purcell

      Ah, Father’s Day is upon us. I can’t think of a better time for dads and men to remember how to be dads and men.

      Flip on the tube any time during the day and you’ll see fathers portrayed as hapless buffoons, saved from themselves by their wives and all-knowing children.

      To be sure, the state of the American male is in shambles — though I’m not fully sure how we got here.

      I remember the ’60s. The women’s movement was beginning to gain traction, but in our neighborhood the moms tended to cook and watch the children, whereas the men earned the money and tended to the yard, then shot the bull over a few Pabst Blue Ribbons.

      I remember the ’70s. The evening news featured equal-rights protests at which women burned their bras. Still, in our neighborhood, most of the moms stayed home and the dads worked and drank Pabst Blue Ribbon.

      During the ’80s, the economy exploded. Everyone was so busy working and getting ahead that few noticed — or took the time to celebrate — the tremendous strides women were making.

      The ’90s came and went quickly. Women kept blossoming and growing.

      And in 2009, women are doing very well. They’re doing better than men at all levels of education. In the large metros, they’re out-earning us by thousands of dollars.

      Somewhere along the way, women weren’t content with mere equality. They decided they wanted to remake us in their own image.

      Boy, have we responded.

      Sensitive new-age men now spend hours fretting over their looks and style.

      Look, men, we need to whip ourselves back into shape — we need to remember how men and fathers should be.

      When our wives dress our sons up in knickers and saddle shoes, we must respond the way older fathers would have responded: “No son of mine is going to wear any damn knickers!”

      We must retake control over the naming process of our children. We must give our boys names such as Tom, Mike, Jim and Joe — not let our wives name them Gilad, Jeremy and Michelle.

      Our role is to focus on the unpleasant job of fathering, to do the often unpopular work that will prepare children for a competitive world.

      We must regain our backbone. We must earn respect by being good husbands and fathers — and we must demand that we be respected.

      There’s nothing wrong with being more attentive to our children than the fathers of old were.

      There’s nothing wrong with changing the diapers and having long conversations and showing emotion.

      But somewhere along the way, we’ve let ourselves become wimps and buffoons. It’s up to us now. We must restore some needed balance and equilibrium to the American family.

      If we do, after a long productive day of fathering we will be able to enjoy an occasional Pabst Blue Ribbon on the back porch.

      If we don’t, it is just a matter of time before modern dads are forced to wear knickers and saddle shoes, too.

      Wow! this poor bastard sounds like he is suffering from a severe case of pussification!

      ‘Round here my spine is fine, no need to regain a backbone. That, by the way is what I remove game animals when boning them out.