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THANKS DAD
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"We the PIGs think dad gets a bad rap, so we decided to make things right. "
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If you based your opinion of dad on the way he's portrayed on televison and in the movies, you're drinking the Kool Aid. Everywhere you look, he's, erroneously portrayed as an inept, clueless, nincompoop whose survival is thanks to super mom and/or a wiseass tyke. If you buy into that, you must wonder how he earns the money that puts a roof over your head, puts food on the table and clothes on your back.

Who taught you to drive the family car? Dad.

Who showed you how to swing a baseball bat? Dad.

Who taught you to ride a bike? Dad.

Who taught you how to fish? Dad.

Who took you to your first pro football and/or baseball game? Dad.

Who walked you down the aisle? Dad.

Dad did all that and much more. He was/is there for you when you needed it.

Still not convinced? Okay, ponder this: if dad is such a moron, why are all those basement boys living in mom's basement? MOM's basement, not dad's basement.

Some Real Dads

* One night, I watched a superb example of fatherhood on a cable channel. It involved a dad who was helping his middle school aged son, modify one of those munchkin size motorcycles. The essential element in this story is that dad isn't a gearhead. When it came to auto mechanics, working on cars, trucks or motorcycles he didn't have a clue. Furthermore, he isn't up to speed on things like welding, and assorted other relevant skills.

Dad proved he had the right stuff by helping his son research the various tasks needed for the project. He helped his son by hooking him up with a cycle wrangler who taught the lad how to weld. Dad found a machinist who showed the lad the finer points of metal fabrication. In other words, dad and son learned the various skills needed to modify the lad's ride, together. Dad didn't try to buy his son a customized ride, because he knew it would be better to let his son do it for himself. He allowed his son to succeed or fail so he could learn the essential life lessons from the attempt. It was an example of parenting at its best.

* A friend of mine scares the crap out of local Educrats. Why? He's a passionate, outspoken, defender of his sons' right to a proper education. He's the Educrat's worst nightmare: a rational individual who won't be silenced, and rejects the usual Educrap bull crap. His sons are lucky to have a great dad.

* This real dad lived across the street, so I had a front row seat. He gave me one of the biggest laughs of my life, the morning after his wenchlet daughter's first slumber party. Utterly shattered by a night jam packed with girlish high spirits, he was, to say the least, a wreck.

Baby girl was palpably smug over the number she and her wenchlet hellions had done on dear old dad. She demonstrated for dear old dad, one of Hambo's unwritten laws: a lot things will happen during a wenchlet slumber party, but sleeping isn't one of them.

If your neighbor is headed for a similar reality check, do whatever it takes to be up and about, the morning after. I'm just sayin'.

* The real dad I know best is my own. My dad passed a while back, but I still have numerous fond memories of him.

Memory 1: Great Balls of Fire

I made a vivid impression - not to mention a lasting mark on him - when I was a mere rugrat. He was outside doing something with a blowtorch, so I decided to help him. How? Armed with a stick, I ignored his warnings and waved it in the flame.

The good news is that his mustache and eyebrows grew back.

The bad news is that the spanking he gave me removed 'sitting' from my options for a few days.

Memory 2: Fan Wars

During the Summer, my mother liked to run a fan at night. My dad was differently enthusiastic about 'that damned fan'. The sequence went like this:

She turns the fan on and falls asleep.

He gets up and turns it off then he falls asleep.

She wakes up, turns it on again, then goes back to sleep.

He wakes up, turns it off and goes back to sleep.

It goes on like that all night long.

BUT, the best is yet to come. The next morning, he complains that, because "she ran the fan all night, there wasn't enough electricity to heat the water for his coffee.

Did he think we were powered by batteries?

Memory 3: Gift Wars

My dad initiated this one, when he bought my mom something she didn't need, didn't want, and had no intention of using, for Christmas. Touting it as her extra special, personal, present, he gave her a DEEP FRYER. She was so unamused it can't be quantified.

The next year, she upped the ante, when it came to HIS personal, extra special, present. She gave him SOD for the front lawn. BUT, this wasn't just any sod, it was the kind of grass that's used on golf greens. It looked awesome - he got to put it in, of course - but it was VERY high maintenance, since it required a special lawnmower. Also, any blemish - be it a weed or an ant hill, stood out like a sore thumb.

From there, the gift war escalated, but I missed most of it, since I was out of the house and on my own, by then.

Memory 4: Eavesdropping

My Aunt and Uncle came to visit, so mom and dad were sleeping in the bedroom in the basement. After dad went downstairs, we were all chatting at the kitchen table, right next to the stairway. I don't know what we were saying, but it must have been about him, because mom said, "He's probably downstairs listening to us."

An instant later, from the bowels of the basement, his indignant voice filled the stairwell: "I AM NOT!"

We cracked up, of course, and, being a good sport, my dad laughed too.

Memory 5: Family Road Trips

By far, my fondest - in retrospect of course - memories of my dad involve our regular family road trips, with my dad at the wheel. His driving skills were first rate. Unhappily, his navigation skills left something to be desired. That's because, his rules of road warrior engagement were simple: "Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

When he was at the wheel, there were certain givens:

* Despite the fact that your bladder was the size of Jupiter, my dad resisted the urge to make a pit stop. His excuses were variations on the same theme: "I don't like the looks of that one." I don't give a damn if it looks like the Black Hole of Calcutta. When you gotta go, beggers can't be choosers.

The closest he came to an untimely demise was when he tried that crap on my lovely bride. Her death threats were, to say the least, impressive. She had almost resolved the 'strangle him or just shoot him' issue, when he made that life saving pit stop. He never knew how close he came to becoming a crime statistic. Call me names if you must, but it was a clear case of justifiable homicide.

* He was obsessed with beating his personal driving record to a given destination. This one played out in a number of ways, the primary one being 'the new shortcut'. The moment he deviated from the well traveled path, you could bet the proverbial agriculture endeavor that you were about to boldly go where you'd never gone before.

These shortcuts never failed to get my dad severely lost, a condition that he steadfastly denied. When we finally emerged, hours later, to hell and gone from our alleged destination, he would smile at my mom and say, "I knew where I was the entire time." It's not the kind of thing you say to a red-headed woman whose whole family is populated by legendary exploders.

I will, grudgingly, admit, that, despite his pathological hatred of pit stops and his proclivity for getting amazingly lost, my dad always got us there safely, and - according to his reality-challenged time keeping - he always beat his old record. I will also admit that there was an undeniable aura of adventure, when he decided to save time, by traveling on roads that even the hardiest local avoided at all costs. Hell, some of the places we visited don't appear on any map. Trying to find them would give Google Earth a nervous breakdown.

Memory 6: Wetting a line

Every Summer, when I was a kid, we'd spend quality time at my grandad's cottages in Michigan. Many mornings, dad, my uncles, cousins and I would get up early to try our luck at a nearby fishing spot. It was, upon reflection, very relaxing and very enjoyable. The best part of those days was the ensuing fish fry. Fresh perch, bass and sun fish. Yum!

I know it's early, but I wanted, needed, to give him his due.

He was a great guy and I still miss him.

Happy Father's Day, dad.

"My daddy said."

Make no mistake, dad, your kids hear what you say. They can and will quote you.

Thanks to Korrectniks, activists and other pests, fatherhood, which has always been action packed, keeps getting more daunting. Here are a couple Korrectnik inspired 'my daddy said' moments:

• Your wenchlet daughter throws you this curve ball, "Daddy, why is that strange boy, Tommy Wilson, allowed to use the girl's bathroom? Teacher called it something silly...trans something."

"Transgenderism?"

"That's it, what does it mean daddy?"

By all means, field that one daddy, but remember that inconvenient truth. Whatever you tell her will be repeated at school, so something real like "Tommy has always been a twisted little twerp" or "Like his daddy, Tommy likes to pretend he's a girl" won't cut it. Welcome to the wonderful world of 'my daddy said', dude.

• Your son looks at his Little League trophy then drops it in the trash can, asking, "Why does everyone get a trophy? Even Ruben got one and he can't even walk to first base without falling down.

Your move dad.

"Little League is stupid. They won't let us keep score and nobody ever wins. What's the point?"

I'm reasonably certain that getting real with "Little League is run by a bunch of lefties who have their heads up their ass." is begging for 'my daddy said' drama.

A Few Stray Notions

• Whenever possible, inject some PIGish fun into your daddy duties.

• Encourage Moonbeam and Little Johnny to use the term 'cess-school' and wait for that note from the relevant Educrat.

• Use the PIG Primer to teach your rugrat their ABCs. A gem like "G is for GLAAD BAAGS" is ticking time bomb ready to thrill some unsuspecting Progtard spitless.

• Add a generous dose of PIGisms to your children's vocabulary, then sit back and wait for some unsuspecting lib to set one off.

• If Moonbeam introduces you to her Goth BFF, think twice before you mouth off. Goth wenchlets tend to be bad ass. You probably don't want to go there.

• If you're a Bill Engvall fan you're locked and loaded for that 'I've got no problem going back to prison' encounter with Moonbeam's new boyfriend.

• If you get one of those cliche ugly ties - or sweater - on Fathers Day, again, don't just suffer in silence. Wipe that smirk off your lovely bride's face by wearing it to the next gathering of her family, or to church.

Happy fathers day, dads. We the PIGs salute you.

 

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A bold new concept in border enforcement which will force the invaders to answer the ultimate question: Do you feel lucky, Border Jumping Scumbag Sparky?

"When the government makes loans or subsidies to business, what it does is to tax successful private business in order to support unsuccessful private business."
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WaPo: A Good Night's Sleep Is White Privilege

Psychopathological racial self-hatred elevated to the status of a religion has created a truly grotesque ideology, according to which even getting a good night's sleep is a manifestation of the mythical concept of "white privilege" — as we are instructed by a featured article in the Washington Post:

According to a study conducted by the National Sleep Foundation, African Americans are more likely than Caucasians to have insomnia, sleep apnea and daytime sleepiness. In addition, they spend 15 percent of their night in deep sleep (considered the most restorative phase), compared with Caucasians' 20 percent.

Lauren Hale, an assistant professor of preventive medicine at Stony Brook University, calls the sleep gap "a matter of social justice" …

You might be wondering: Even if it's true that blacks aren't as good at sleeping as they are at perceiving imaginary oppression, what does this have to do with social justice?

The answer is that to college professors, everything has to do with social justice. Fordham University psychology professor Tiffany Yip sets out to prove that like all other bad things, poor sleep is caused by racism.

To study the sleep gap among adolescents, Yip recruited 146 participants from five public high schools in New York City. For two weeks a year, the freshmen self-reported their sleep length and quality, as well as their experiences of discrimination.

Adolescents were chosen because they are…

…sensitive to discrimination, whether it's a major traumatic event, such as not getting fair housing, or whether it's a more mundane event, sometimes called a microaggression, such as an African American being complimented for being "very articulate."

How are you supposed to sleep after someone has microaggressed by calling you articulate?

Both kinds of discrimination negatively impact sleep, which, Yip explains, starts a negative feedback loop. Chronic sleepiness can make it more difficult for teenagers to regulate their emotions, which sharpens the blow of discrimination, further disturbing their rest. In that regard, Yip thinks of sleep as a "biological mechanism" that links stressors, such as discrimination, with more tangible outcomes, such as weaker academic performance or more frequent symptoms of depression and anxiety.

Finally, the attempt by racists to link weaker academic performance to lower IQ has been debunked. Now we know that bad grades are caused by an inability to sleep due to having been called articulate.

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Why Did Common Sense Die?

As I watched a woman walking on the narrow shoulder of a busy highway with triplets in a stroller, looking annoyed that she has to deal with all this danger and traffic, I asked myself once again, "Whatever happened to common sense?"

Then the question we never ask occurred to me: "WHY has common sense died?"

In order to answer it, you first have to ask yourself: What IS common sense?

Common sense is basically the application of simple reasoning to everyday life.

Common sense is not enough for a complex area of specialization. You can't use common sense to do brain surgery, build a rocket, cure an illness or create a microchip.

But in everyday life, we all need common sense. And fewer and fewer of us seem to use it.

There's probably no one answer here. The closest answer I know of is the decline of reason. You can look at how many families or couples interact, or how our political and social discourse now occurs, and see that reason has mostly gone by the wayside. Business transactions are usually more rational, but not what they used to be or could be, most agree.

It's tempting to blame the death of common sense on today's smart phones, which are really computers. Everybody is spending most of their time looking at these pocket computers instead of utilizing their reasoning.

However, common sense has been in decline for much longer than the era of smart phones. The first iPhone went on sale about 2007. But back in 1994, Philip K. Howard wrote a national bestseller entitled, "The Death of Common Sense." The book resonated with millions. So the issue predates smart phones.

Reason's decline is a slow, tortured and highly incremental thing. It's not so much that people consciously reject reason as they gradually replace reason with something else. What's the "something else"? The only alternative to reason is unreasoned emotion. Feelings — divorced from reason.

There's nothing inherently wrong or bad about feelings. As a psychotherapist, I'm the first one to acknowledge that. But just as it's wrong to reject feelings, it's equally wrong to use feelings as your primary or sole tool of knowing what's true. Today, more and more people do that. Hence the dawning of the age of The Snowflake.

A rational person feels things. But before blurting out his feelings, or accepting a feeling as automatically valid and true, a rational person stops to think and consider. It's the stopping, thinking and considering that's so lacking today. And while smart phones/social media have arguably made the problem worse, the problem existed well before smart phones and social media.

Consider the woman walking with her triple baby carriage in the middle of traffic. It sounds crazy, but I see it ALL the time. I live in a summer resort, and people pile into the town June through August. Most of them are well educated and many are significantly well off. They should be among the best and brightest. But you can see the look of angry frustration on the faces of these people who are resentful that cars, on a busy highway, are preventing them from taking a stroll, or getting to the beach.

It's a metaphor for so many other things.

If their expressions could talk I think they'd say something like: "I should not HAVE to be dealing with this. How DARE these people be in my way."

It's a sense of unearned entitlement. And that's what fuels the death of common sense.

The substitution of unreasoned emotion for what should have been rational thinking is the underlying issue. But what adds fuel to the fire is a sense of UNEARNED entitlement.

Basically, unearned entitlement tells us, "If I feel something, then it should be true — and treated by others as true." And that's what's behind these people refusing to exercise their common sense. "I shouldn't have to think about it. It should just be taken care of." How? Somehow. By whom? Someone who's able to do it.

If you want to understand why things have gone so wrong in a society with so little excuse for it to have happened — this is it!

The solution? More rational thinking. Reason and self-responsibility are the antidotes to emotionalism and entitlement.

It should be happening in schools, but it's not. It should be happening in most families. But more and more young people emerge from their families (and schools) with the emotionalism and false entitlement that are toxic and fatal to reason.

It's a cultural problem that starts as an individual problem — not with all but, regrettably, with most.

We can't go on like this. Maybe articles and ideas like this one will have more of an impact once the crisis grows to a point where people know we've got to do something different.

At times, I think that's starting to happen. Before long, we'll know for sure.

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1633 Supernaturalist threats triumph over science: Inquisition forces Galileo Galilei to repudiate his heliocentric views; Thus sayeth the Lord, A is henceforth B.

1969 Two musical terrorists - Zager & Evans - assault our ears with the world's most irritating, infuriating, utterly asinine alleged song, "In the Year 2525".

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