WHERE ARE AMERICA’S FATHERS?

by OPOVV, ©2015

(Apr. 30, 2015) — We all have neighbors. Some of them live above, below, next to, across and farther away, some not far enough away. I once had a neighbor who was a rocket scientist at the Cape and his job was to determine how much water each spacecraft could carry. When I first met him, he and his family loved living on the coast. They went to the beach every weekend and, after two years, had a pool put in. The guy loved, lived and worked water.

That was then; this is now. I moved away but kept in touch by the (almost) obligatory Christmas card. We saw each other every three, then five years. He retired from NASA and moved to a farm in Kansas that he leases to the farmer next door. There’s no pool, pond, lake, creek, stream, or river anywhere around him. Poor guy hates water now.

You see, water* became his number one enemy. He’s really entertaining when he watches people on television attempt to drive through a couple of inches of water flowing across a road. “No, no! You fools! Water weighs (he does the calculations in his head: temperature, relative humidity, degree, width and speed of flow) ‘X’ number of pounds hitting the tires per second! Pounds, I tell you! Water is not compressible. Fools!

Another neighbor was a retired city bus driver. One day I needed a ride to the auto parts store and he drove me.  At every bus stop along the way, he’d pull in front, slow to a crawl, and look at the people waiting for the bus. Embarrassing for me, riding shotgun.

The above two examples are people who developed strong ties to what they did for a living. My father was an airline pilot and, the day he retired, you had to pry him away from his basement workbench. I asked him one time why, and he answered because over the years he developed a strong aversion to “always having to eat in restaurants.”

So now we have three examples of the strong ties people have to what they did for a living. Now imagine, if you will, even stronger ties, and those are the ties that blood relatives have for one another, with the exception of married couples: husband and wife; father and mother.

The family unit is, therefore, the strongest human entity there is, unless, of course, the kids become brainwashed (read brain-dead) and mindlessly follow the Pied Piper in the guise of Stalin, Chairman Mao, Pol Pot and thousands of others who have made it their life’s work to place themselves above the safety and monetary welfare of any other human being on the planet.

One has to wonder where these idiot followers come from, those who follow their leader to the end, to devastation, all the way down to a “scorched earth.” In reality, they’re everywhere, perhaps in your own immediate family, maybe across the hall or in the apartment complex that you pass on the way to the grocery store or on the way to where you used to work.

No matter. We are, and can only be, when all has been said and done, where the chips fly and land, responsible for ourselves and, therefore, hopefully, able to set an example of righteous behavior for others to either follow or emulate. Enter the parents, the mother and father, to be the cement that holds the family unit together as one cohesive entity to face the world as a team.

Removing the father from the equation from the definition of a “family” destroys the unit. Of course there are many exceptions on how successful single parents have been, but, on the whole, children have a better chance at life being raised in a two-parent household. Unfortunately, the Welfare State doesn’t see it that way. Thanks to the Democrats destroying the family unit, the end result has given us riots all across America.

Black fathers not at home? Family “units” purposely destroyed; rewarding women to have babies out of wedlock in order to collect an even bigger welfare check.

I was working for the Housing Authority one year and a black lady came driving up in a brand-new BMW convertible. I asked her how it was possible to afford such a car living in “the projects.” She said, “Three at home and one in the oven.”

These riots, from San Diego to Baltimore, have one common denominator: lack of fathers guiding their children. So who’s to blame? The police allowing drugs in our country? The ever-revolving door of our “justice“ system? Blame the “Welfare State” that’s been designed to achieve the results that we are seeing on our television screens. Despicable and deplorable, to be sure, and it all starts with (lack of) education. Step One would be to teach our kids to read and write English. Step two is to discard the Welfare State utterly and completely.

When will we know if we’ve been successful? Well, in a perfect world nobody does any crime, so there’s no need for any police. Fathers stay at home taking part in raising the family that they helped to create because, when it’s all been said and done, blood is thicker than water.

*one gallon of water weighs 8.35 lbs.

Semper Fi

OPOVV

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