Happy Father's Day

I want to wish to my husband a very happy father’s day.  I could not have picked a better man to be the father of my children.  He has financially provided for us, instilled in our children character, and provided them with the values that once made this country great.  My sons and I are eternally grateful for him and all of his hard work and guidance through the years.

In our society today men are portrayed as less than useful idiots, yet this same society still continues to celebrate Father’s Day.  I wonder why they bother, since men are seemingly unimportant, thoughtless, lazy and stupid creatures.  There are now generationS of young women who think it is common and/or normal to not have a father, and they continue to perpetuate the problem because it is “normal.”  But I do have to stop and ask myself if there is some new-fangled way of getting pregnant where there is no longer the need for sperm, i.e. the father part of getting pregnant.  If not, then the father component is still alive and kicking. But these poor, poor women (and I mean women, because I’m not really referring to the young teenager) say the men don’t stick around to be fathers; they don’t want the responsibility, etc.  I know of a lot of cases where the father was kicked aside when the woman found out that she was pregnant.  The woman basically just wanted their sperm and perhaps the steak dinner and bottle of wine that went with it.  Or maybe she found out the young man who helped her father her child didn’t immediately become the “perfect man,” her “prince charming" once he heard he was going to be a father.  Here’s a piece of information for you -- The man you had sex with to get pregnant is the same man who is going to be the father of your child and said child will eternally keep you linked to the man you don't find fit to be the father of your child. What part of that do you not understand?  In so many cases it boils down to I want a baby but not the father, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want money from the father to help support said child, because after all he is the father.  If you think about it, it’s just extortion with a cute baby’s face attached to it.

Then there’s the “oh, poor me, I’m pregnant, how did that happen” abortion aspect of getting pregnant.  The mantra is “it’s the woman’s body, nobody has the right to tell her what to do with her body.”  Okay, fine, (not really, but for the sake of argument – work with me here) BUT that thing inside the woman’s body, if she chooses to abort it (because it’s not a baby, it’s a choice) is her choice.  The father gets no say so in the matter; he just has to live with the fact that a child he fathered was murdered.  And then again, if she decides to keep the baby, then by golly she will go through heaven and hell to make sure someone, anyone, all of society pays for her baby because the man was less than useless.

If I remember correctly, it still takes two to tango. I recently saw a little saying that said "If you aren't willing to make her your wife, don't make her a mother" which puts all the onus on the man.  Well, here's another one, perhaps not as concise and thought provoking -- "If you don't like a man well enough to marry him and share a child with him, don't have sex with him."

NEWSFLASH – good, hardworking men are paying for these children.  The same men who take care of their own families and instill in them honorable values, those men society deems worthless and these same young women have such disdain for – they are the ones going to work every day to help you pay for your child.  Through their tax dollars, charitable contributions and the effect fatherless children has on society – yes siree ma’am they are paying dearly, we all are.

Yes there are less than honorable hardworking young men out there, yes there are men out there with little or no values; however, I am convinced that given a chance a good portion of these young men would step up to the plate and becomes father to these children BUT you and society don’t expect it of them, therefore why should they bother. ~ Love, Momma Richter