Father’s Day

I’ve got a couple of things to get off my chest this weekend.

I probably could have combined two blogs into one titled “Things that make me want to vomit” , but I’d rather stay on point.

Say what needs to be said, and then get back to work.

I’ve got to finish Premonition. And I’m working on it. So here’s a quick thought…

I won’t be celebrating Father’s Day this year.

This has nothing to do with my children, or that my father is dead. It has everything to do with Father’s Day becoming a joke this year.

When I read that the National Father’s Day Committee chose to honor Bill Clinton as 2013 Father of the Year, I forced down the bile that reached the back of my throat.

Seriously? Bill Clinton?

Forget politics for a minute. Forget the fact that this is a man that we know committed adultery in the White House and lied about it under oath. Forget that Clinton’s license to practice law was suspended for five years for committing perjury.

I’m not saying Clinton is the absolute worst father in the world, but really — Father of the Year?

Remember Bill didn’t just cheat on Hillary while Chelsea still lived at home, he humiliated his wife on national television.

Bill committed adultery, lied about it, and got caught. Hillary defended Bill as the persecuted victim of a “vast, right-wing conspiracy”, making her look very foolish after DNA evidence was produced.

Exactly what sort of example did this “Father of the Year” set?

Chelsea learned that men who are rich enough or powerful enough can get away with anything.

They can disrespect their wife and marriage vows to the point of contempt with impunity.

From her mother, Chelsea learned that with enough money or power at stake, a woman married to a cheating husband should shut up and tolerate it.

Apparently, the only thing that really matters is politics.

Who will be next year’s nominee, Tiger Woods?

If nothing matters except power and money, he’d be perfect.