From
The Shepherd Express:
I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world,
ain’a? So here we go again with another Father’s Day June 17 right
around the corner. And so, of course, I am once again required to wonder
what with the bad rap fathers seem to get in the press and on the TV
for far too long, I’m surprised the day is celebrated at all. Cripes,
why don’t they just go ahead and change Father’s Day to Deadbeat Dad’s
Day, or Workaholic
Dad-You’re-Never-Around-The-Focking-House-When-We-Need-You Day, what the
fock.
And just so you know, a couple newsy bits from a June 17 past, courtesy of the Wik:
“1972: Five White House operatives are arrested for burgling the
offices of the Democratic National Committee, in an attempt by some
members of the Republican party to illegally wiretap the opposition.”
“1994: Following a televised low-speed highway chase, O. J.
Simpson is arrested for the murders of his ex-wife, Nicole Brown
Simpson, and her friend Ronald Goldman.”
Swell. This year June 17, got a guess on how many huddled masses of
legitimate dads will be arrested to be then dadly deported clean out of
the Land of the Free? What the fock.
And speaking of historical, as I whip out this here essay early
reports on the get-together down Singapore way between President (fock)
Trumpel-thinskin and Kim “The Rocket” Jong Un are that it seems to have
gone kind of OK. Of course it did. How could it not when you get an
international diplomat like Dennis “The Worm” Rodman lending a hand,
ain’a?
Yes, the Dennis Rodman who once said, “I wear women’s leggings under
my clothes, but no lingerie.” And this: “Chemistry is a class you take
in high school or college, where you figure out two plus two is 10, or
something.”
Too bad Professor Irwin Corey, “The World’s Foremost Authority,” is
no longer with us. He would’ve made a great addition to Trump’s
diplomatic dream team. After all, he’s the Professor Irwin Corey who
once said, “Without this great land of ours, we would all drown,” and,
“If we don’t change direction soon, we’ll end up where we’re going.”
Seems he would fit right in with the rest of the Einsteins President
Orange Circus Peanut surrounds himself with.
But it’s not too late for him to add to the team the august Borscht
Belt philosopher Norm Crosby, who is still with us at age 90. Yes, the
Norm Crosby who once said, “When you go into court you are putting your
fate into the hands of twelve people who weren’t smart enough to get out
of jury duty.” And, “If your eyes hurt after you drink coffee, you have
to take the spoon out of the cup.”
(Time Out: Special thanks to readers Gene H. and Jeff E. for
their inspirational words, and especially to constant reader Ingrid/Mae
for her continued support of my potpourri of political campaigns.)
OK, where was I? Father’s Day, ain’a? Here’s an idea I had a while
back for what you ought to do come Father’s Day if you’re too focking
cheap to spring for a gift for the old fart. Hey, how ’bout at least
make a nice homemade card. I even got a nice sentiment you can write
down in it. It’s a quote from no finer writer there ever be again than
dear Mr. Yeats from near Dublin, who just celebrated his 153rd birthday
June 13:
I have certainly known more men destroyed by the desire to have a
wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed
by drink and harlots.
A-focking-men. Happy Father’s Day. And if that doesn’t cheer dad up,
then relate to him the following little story on the phone when you call
him up to tell him you can’t stop by Sunday ’cause you got more
important things to do:
Three people die accidentally on the same day—a doctor, a teacher
and me—and find themselves at Heaven’s Pearly Gates. Before able to
enter, St. Peter asks each a question: “When you are in your burial
casket and friends and family hover above in mourning, what would you
like to hear them say?”
First guy answers: “I would like to hear them say that I was a
caring doctor and family man.” Second guy says, “That I was a wonderful
husband and schoolteacher who made a positive difference in the lives of
those I taught.”
And the third guy (yours truly) says, “What the fock, I’d like
them to all say… ‘HEY, WAIT A SECOND! LOOK!!! I THINK THE FOCKER’S STILL
BREATHING!!!’” Ba-ding!
And yes, of fathers, of sons, this time of year, I’ll be seeing you,
as the song goes, in all the familiar places, in every lovely summer’s
day, I remember you, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek, and I told you so.
From:
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