The Destruction of the World Part 3… oh, and Father’s Day…

First of all, I have to say my main man Roland Emmerich’s new film 2012 is right on the mark. Death to humanity as we know it has always been an obsession of mine. I am jealous that he’s had such luck to kill off hundreds of thousands of people in his relatively short career. Independence Day was about aliens attempting to take over the Earth, where entire cities were destroyed. The Day After Tomorrow told about the next Ice Age.

*heavy sigh*

I’m soo jealous… God, why do you mock me???








Secondly, it’s Father’s Day. And for some reason that resonates so much more with me than “Mother’s Day”, since my mother chooses to be a critical, vindictive source of stress and guilt in my life. Not that my father is a saint. Please. He’s far from it. And I think what endears me to him is that fact that he doesn’t try to pretend he’s this pious steaming pile of rose-scented shit that I should ingest by the ladle-full simply because he was unlucky enough to not pull out some 43 years ago. No, he’s always been the one to embrace his kink, take his whippings, and continue on like a good staff infection. No apologies, no tears, just on to the next battle.

I have learned so much from my father. Not just his simplistic lizard-brain approach to life in modern society but also his impulsiveness, his prejudice, his sex-addiction, his charm, his affability, his sincerity… I wouldn’t be who I am without his support and love.

I would hope that if Karma ever catches up with me and God decides to punish my eternal deflections with the malodorous task of actually fathering a human larvae, that I would be at least as honestly indifferent and passionately confused about the task as my father was/is.

So after a nice brunch at a quaint little place called Buzz Brews here in Dallas, I am once again back at home thankful for my father and the fact that he would rather be at home watching the golf open then be running around with the crazy masses trying to pretend to want to hang in the hot Dallas sun. Not that my father doesn’t want to spend time with me, but we both know that he should do what HE wants to do, not what I nor anyone else should expect him to want. And I respect that. Truly.

So happy father’s day to all you idiots who were too drunk to pull out on time. Enjoy your day- you get so few of them all to yourself…

*heavy sigh*


JC