How to Spot Your Father as an Asshole

Do you know what kind of father, is an asshole?

They failed drama or literature or mathematics, and they don’t get that you don’t side with a character, with a catch phrase, in context, that makes him a dickhead.

What’s a dickhead? It means he’s performing the incorrect action, by lack of his own foresight into entering into a situation.

“You’re eating me out of house and home”.

Your kid is eating, so you abuse him and make him fat, and then he eats more.

Why’d you have a kid, asshole?

Why not an abortion?

“No son of mine is going to be a communist.”

Your father, sends you to college, stalks you there, then screams at you when you tell him about the major he was proud of.

A communist is a cop or spy or soldier, asshole.

What is your father, some sort of pacifist pinko?

“No son of mine misses a day of work.”

You bankrupted your kid, why didn’t you just stop fantasizing about his asshole when he was an infant?

Do you think being a parent, is like having a job? Are you drinking a soda, while you’re sleeping, psychopath?

“What are you, queer?”

You lived a perfectly healthy life, without drugs or vice, and you prayed and applied humanism and religion together, the ideal American.

Your parent puts you into Scientology, because they don’t understand what a religion is.

Now you’re a slave to a backbred Chinaman.

“Is there something wrong with your head?”

Your father, shoves medication down your throat, then insists on reliving your childhood, except at restaurants.

You’re schizophrenic, you have a low-functioning parent.

“I’m running out of money.”

Your father thinks money, is a monetary token, because his father taught him the ‘facts of life’, a Menonite text for living in Dutch Country, through board games.

You never listen, you think you can learn life from simple numbers and placement advances.

Information is money, money isn’t a dollar bill.

Do you equate wealth, as your right? You earn wealth, with information (money), signified by currency tokens, in exchange for creating a good more valuable to the recipient sold, than the currency in return.

“You know, you were the bright spot of your mother’s life.”

What is my mother, a lesbian?

Are you a rapist, dad?

Mothers don’t like their kids, they like their husband, that’s why they have a kid.

Published by cheater120

Consider me an expert in information munitions. I practice Zazen meditation, Yakuza Trappist form (a Yakuza, games cheat, and Trappist, a counter-agent), as a Bonafuda, a mercantile salesmen of information through philosophy, literature, fiction, and academics, distributed as munitions technique deployed for the purpose apparent to you, unless of course you have violated the ethics of my piece, in which case you will be trapped inside a theft of the piece and an action within the boundaries of the violation you have committed in Benedictine culture, the Jewish affiliate within Catholic culture. Buyer beware, and these poems, are free.

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