The Boat Shoe Beat: Weak Fathers

There is absolutely nothing worse in this world than weak fathers. All of the degeneracy, decay, corruption and decline before your very eyes can be squarely laid at the feet of weak fathers in this country. That slut, her dad ignored his fatherly duties. That nancy boy playing with dolls, his father is asleep at the wheel (or worse). That nagging wife, she doesn’t respect her weak husband. That interracial couple, blame her weak as water daddy. That girl with too much make up on, wearing a choker and septum ring piercing, her pops was too busy with football to be a father.

It all adds up to fathers not doing their duty. As with all things, if you neglect your responsibilities expect a shitty outcome in return. Nothing is easy. There’s really no such thing as, “World’s Greatest Dad.” There are only men undergoing the Herculean task to combat Weimerica and ensure their families don’t end up as casualties to the zeitgeist. It’s all you can do. There’s no silver bullet, except to keep pushing and keep moving forward. Be mindful of the pitfalls and traps that ClownWorld has laid for us. They want your son to be an effeminate weakling (or to become a “female”) and they want your daughter to be Tyrone’s side piece. Don’t believe me, watch practically any commercial on television or social media.

The weak father, generally speaking, has absolutely no clue of the world around him. He doesn’t comprehend the forces trying everyday to corrupt him as a father, his marriage or his children. He doesn’t see the propaganda. If he does, he either doesn’t care or believes in the ridiculous idea that his kids, “need to find out on their own.” What a marvelous dereliction of duty in a tiny phrase – as if you’re children should try heroin to determine if addiction could be cool or engage in sodomy to experience a prolapsed rectum. “Public school was good enough for me,” says the weak father as he sends his 15 year-old daughter to an ostensibly open air prison that looks nothing like it did in 1988.

The weak father shrugs at life. His teenage daughter is allowed to have a boy in her room. His wife assures him that everything will be fine and he shouldn’t worry. She wears the pants around the house; no one else knows that’s the arrangement and so he shrugs. He shrugs as his wife finally admits and tells him that she took their daughter to an abortion clinic to murder his grandchild. What else can he do, but shrug. After all, the weak have no say in life or death.

The weak father says, “I didn’t know that.” He doesn’t know that Orange Is the New Black is a highly inappropriate television show. It especially shouldn’t be on around children. Yet, his preteen daughter is having sleepovers with a handful of her friends and they binge watch it late into the night. She’s now exposed to anti-white commentary, the normalization of prison culture, lesbianism and other trash disguised as virtues. He’s silently shocked to hear her use foul language in the house and around her friends. Her uncle mentions the behavior and the weak father replies with, “I didn’t know that.

The weak father has no control over himself. His need for alcohol or drugs ensures that he has no control over his family. As is his routine, he pops some Percocet and passes out on the sofa in the living room. It’s his daughter’s graduation and she finds him unresponsive. It’s not the first time. His addiction has him hoping from job-to-job, hiding his addiction from employers and not being a stable provider to his family. His daughter sees him as the only meaningful male example in her life. She now distrusts men, thinking they’re all irresponsible. His wife no longer wants to be married to a junkie and divorces him. Welcome to cause and effect.

The weak father has never grown to adulthood. He’s still a child. He plays video games constantly and acts like a spoiled teenager. He knows everything about the latest Marvel movie franchise. He knows the lore; he’s a super fan. But, he can’t tell you anything about what his son is doing with his friends (or, he’s too scared to ask). He doesn’t manage the finances because that’s reserved for adults, he’s just a big kid after all. He’s the “cool dad.” He’s his son’s “friend,” instead of father. Friends come and go though – especially, in high school. Now, he doesn’t know that his son is going away for an entire weekend out-of-state because he’s got plans to stream the newest Dr. Who.

Single mothers are a tremendous problem for a functional society. Weak fathers are worse. They create single mothers. Their failure to do their duty creates the cycle of single motherhood – either the woman’s father failed to teach her chastity or the deadbeat that walked out on her. Both men failed their charges. This isn’t meant to absolve women or deny them their own agency. But, man is meant to be the head of his household. He is the king of his domain. A strong father understands that if he slips there can be terrible consequences for his marriage and his children. The success or failure of his family rests in his hands.

A weak father neither cares or has the will to act. In turn, his home is one of despair and ruination – a disgruntled wife, disrespectful children, poor finances and a dim future. They are less than pitiful creatures.

2 comments

  1. Amen, brother! Copied and pasted below is a little missive I did for my kids and their spouses a few months back on this very subject of weak fathers. Parenting (particularly fatherhood) is emphatically a non-zero-sum game, as I point out in the post. To wit:

    Parenting as a Non-Zero-Sum Game

    A zero-sum game is, simply stated, one in which the gains and losses incurred in the game exactly cancel one another out. Hence the descriptor, “zero-sum.” By contrast, a Non-Zero-Sum game is one in which the positives gained outweigh the negatives lost, or vice versa.

    I got the idea for this entry as I read this article, in which a story is related about a good turn the late Luke Perry once did on a flight to the US from Mexico.

    By now I’m sure you have heard of Luke Perry’s untimely death at only 52. The article linked above quotes Colin Hanks, who tells the story of the first and only time he met Mr. Perry on the flight above-mentioned. Hanks relates that at first he wasn’t sure whether the man was Luke Perry or not, but told his wife he thought it was him. Later he would confirm that the man was in fact Mr. Perry. As a slightly interesting aside, I’m sure Mr. Perry had no doubts whatever about who Colin Hanks was; one look at Colin and you wonder whether his father, Tom, has lately taken a drink from the fabled fountain of youth in preparation for a remake of Big.

    But anyway, in Colin’s story about Mr. Perry’s “good turn,” he explains that, two hours into an intense sibling quarrel between young brothers seated a couple of rows in front of him, Mr. Perry suddenly appeared from first class bearing a balloon, which he blew up, tied off, and handed the brawling boys, diverting their attentions away from inflicting punishment upon one another and their fellow passengers by extension. And just in the nick of time, too, since, as you can well imagine, he and his fellow passengers in coach (why in the world is the son of Tom Hanks flying coach?!) were, by this time, just about ready to pull their hair out. But here is the part of Colin’s telling of the story I found particularly interesting:

    My wife and I are on a plane back from Mexico. Couple of rows ahead of us, these two brothers, young kids, are beating the hell out of each other. Their poor parents are powerless to stop the crying, yelling and screaming.”

    If you’re a parent you understand. Sometimes there’s nothing you can do. It was like this for close to two hours.

    (emphasis mine)

    Au contraire, Mr. Hanks!

    I assume by his statements that Colin is indeed a parent – a father. I also glean from the same that, in spite of his being a parent, Colin Hanks has no idea what he is talking about, and therefore he’s probably not a very effective one.

    Had I been on that plane and subjected to the torture those boys put their fellow passengers through for near two hours, I certainly would not have later referred to their parents as “the poor parents,” but would instead have had some choicer words by which to describe them. Their father in particular.

    What Colin is describing, obviously unbeknownst to himself (way to go, Tom!) is a severely dysfunctional family. These boys were out of control because their father has abdicated his authority and natural obligations as such. This is where “parenting,” if that is what one chooses to call it in this case, becomes a Non-Zero-Sum game in which we all unnecessarily suffer a great deal more loss than is compensated by gain.

    None of my children – no, not one – would ever act like that in any public place because that sort of behavior is simply not permitted in any place whatever, public or private. I don’t have to remind them of it, for goodness sakes, and I’d feel like an utter failure as their father if I did. But I know the type. People like this are extremely lazy and really absentee parents, for all intents and purposes. There is literally no telling what kinds of excuses they constantly make for their kids’ horribly anti-social behavior, but whatever excuses they make, none is good enough.

    It is your job, and your sacred duty as parents (especially you, dads), to see to it your children are raised in the fear and nurture and admonition of the Lord. And to spare not the rod of correction from them whenever they become unruly. And the earlier you begin to chastise and correct them, the better.

    The way your children behave in public is a direct reflection on you as their parent and primary teacher at home. The Colin Hanks’s of the world might not understand that, but he is not the one you’ll answer to at the judgment, so you’d best ignore his ignorance and do your duty. And that’s all I got to say about that.

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