Shouldn’t Every Day Be Father’s Day?

In an era that talks about “toxic masculinity”, it is ironic that we still need male figures who are adults. You know, the guys who are comfortable in a male body, who don’t mind being the butt of jokes that begin with “dad bod”, and “old fogey”, and whose antics cause eyerolls among the entitled generations that they supported and raised. Fatherhood is not an accident of birth. It is a necessary repository of the wisdom of aging. If you want to destroy a generation, remove the fathers from the equation. Watch what happens.

 

The philosophers move words around on paper,

like chess players move pieces on the board.

Their Knights don’t ride real horses,

or carry real spears,

of do battle with real people.

Their Kings die;

but, then, they rise again,

in full regalia,

to go to war all over again.

Words won’t change a life.

Words won’t stop a war.

Words won’t move a man

to be virtuous.

Academic philosophers

never change anything.

What if a lone, solitary figure

got on a horse

and marched for virtue

and kindness

and caring?

What action will we take

to give the philosophers’ words meaning again?

Will we become the fathers again?