Fatherhood Is Not Dead

There is one subject about which I will write and vent until the day I die, and who knows if my ghost won’t keep writing it for me! It’s about the truly criminal way that fathers are treated in the western world. My own story is one that should shoot down every feminazi bitch who opens a mouth about how evil and disgusting men are. If she wants to find something evil and disgusting, that’s what mirrors are for, and she’d do well to be chained to staring in one for 72 hours nonstop to drill it into her head that a parent can administer the sort of physical and emotional treatment that a child needs regardless of genitalia. I know that plenty of feminazis (yes, Rush Limbaugh was an asshole, but when he invented that word, he hit the nail on the head for sure) will bellow endlessly, but they will always find a deaf ear with me because I have tried to live a life like the suppressed male that they want all men to be, only to see that fairness and equality are all myths that no longer exist; I have my reasons to question if they ever did exist, and it will take some very hard evidence to convince me otherwise.

Let me tell my story and then wait to become a target for rifle practice. The reasons that drew me to live in Israel are all scandalous in themselves, so don’t ask me to sing the praises of the so-called Jewish homeland; I lived to see how phony that label is. However, I had a son whose birth was held in a hospital of which I did not approve because I had researched to find the best hospital for childbirth, but because I was a “crazy American,” as my father-in-law…