Fathers And Mothers Shortchanged

Today is Father’s Day and I’m feeling slighted.

One day, that’s it?

Were I a gay blade, I’d get the entire month of June to bask in pride, praise and celebration. Alas, I also would not be a father, no matter what the leftists argue with their propaganda claptrap that flies in the face of basic biology.

Were I Black and gay, I’d get two months, May and June – Black Pride and Gay Pride. Make that three months if I were Black, since February is Black History Month.

Martin Luther King had a dream, and has a day, come to think of it. Is he spinning in his grave wondering why he doesn’t get a month?

He can’t claim Juneteenth, I guess.

But, as for fathers and mother, you each get one day and you should not whine. You are not a protected class, and just get over yourselves for doing your part to keep the species going.

We should have T-shirts made up’ “You get months of honor and all I get is a day!”

Fathers and mothers rank right there with donuts, porridge, waffle iron cakes and pudding, all of which have their “day” in the celebration calendar.

The list of foods, events, races, creeds and colors with their “days” — or months — is limitless, sort of like welfare fraud.

Fathers and mothers, one would think, deserve more recognition than canoes, cameras and typewriters, which also are honored with days this month.

Welcome to 2026 and our absurd priorities, where Wokeness dictates, where DEI is the de facto law of the land, and political correctness is the dominant philosophy.

As a white, heterosexual male, I’m lucky to get a day, in view of the indisputable belief that people like me are responsible for the ills of the world.

Despite it all, the compression of celebration into a single day, I soldiered on today and made my annual trip to Windber’s car show, which honors miners, be they fathers or not.

I had thought about breaking out a hobby car later today for the Valley Dairy cruise, but that’s on hold,

The Father’s Day celebration here will be conducted Monday, after the son and two granddaughters are back from a beach vacation and my wife is back from pet-sitting the son’s menagerie in his absence.

I will try to make the most out of my day. Perhaps I could be accused of double-dipping, having today and tomorrow to celebrate.

Makes me feel kind of like a Black gay.