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He's still alive. Sometimes I help him change his diaper. The government admits his condition could be something he was exposed to during the war (by the United States) and has him on %100 disability...

That covers putting him in a home being cared for by niggers. We have all seen videos of what that's like.

Here comes the Luciferian Freudian deal where many come and chain themselves to the past to drag it through life as a burden and an excuse.

For the record, mine was a drunken gambler that hated me. So what? He was nuts, I'm not and it never had anything to do with anything I am, or how I interact with individuals

He was a degenerate government operative who spent all day on message boards data mining nobodies. He died alone and poor.

My dad was a mighty fine Man! Smart, talented, respected pillar of the community! He taught all of us to avoid the ground, defend ourselves, and to work so we could provide for ourselves and others. He had very fast hands and a grip that you could not break!
He loved us! He loved us enough to bust our asses when we needed it!
He was humble and always did the best he could do to be a blessing to others. He was one of those rare great Men!
You may think that all of this would lead up to me being a great man also, but, I have spent my life in his shadow. No matter what I always know that I will never be the man that he was! I'll never measure up. So, I have ended up living my life kind of mediocre. I could have and should have done better, more, smarter. I have not been the man that I should have been. Even in this I know that it is my fault and not his. He showed the way! I just didn't follow it.
It is absolutely wonderful to have a great dad. I'm sorry that you missed out on that. But it doesn't mean that you will be less than you should or more than you should. It's just something that you did not have.

My father is a great man albeit he is a boomer and does have those boomer beliefs and he does lean left on a lot of things. The thing is he is receptive and at first when he heard me complaining about niggers and jews he was taken back, but over the years he has changed and sees where I'm coming from. He also has been married to my mom for over 30 years and has provided his children with great lives and potential. As a young man I hope I can achieve what he has in my lifetime. At the end of the day fuck money, cars, houses, and all the other bullshit. I get it money is necessary in life, but why do you need a brand new suv and 10 bedroom house if you don't plan on filling those things up with a big family. I'm in my late twenties and I have had it with women around my age and their selfishness by wanting to live like they're 20 well into their thirties. As a man I have to tell them have some self respect get your shit in order and go pump out a ton of white children. I have faith that the wheels are turning. My no bullshit approach has helped me drastically in life. I adopted it during the pandemic and has done wonders since. Fuck stupid people and their bullshit, life is too short.

I can still remember the last thing he said to me, "Son, a man should leave the world the same way he came into it: naked, screaming, and covered in blood."
And then he turned and walked into a hail of gunfire from the state police.
RIP in peace

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He died when I was 21, he was divorced from my mother since I was like 5 or 6. He never talked much, ex-army type. He was the kind of father that told you to man up and get it done, crying won't help you. When I was 12 and under his care during summer, I saw one of my friends and left for 2 weeks. I never called him or anything, and he never did anything to find me. I just came back like it was nothing and there was no problem.

As you all know, I never knew mine. He was gone before I was even born and I never heard from him, he tried to reconnect once, but it was like talking to a stranger, he's dead now. Had a series of other "dads" that came (in me mum) and went.

Some stayed in contact, mostly due to leaving me with my younger stepsiblings, but none were really a father to me, tey were just my mother's boyfriends or husband.

At best what I got was a mentor who thought I was a good enough kid to hang out with once in a while, he must have felt like an autist like me who was struggling in life needed a masculine figure in my life that would keep me from becoming a failure.

Looking at myself and the others in my generation, I think he was right, much appreciated, I still talk to him, but never once did I seriously call him anything like "father" or "dad", because he wasn't and never tried to be, he was just a man who was dating my mom.

I wonder what it is like to have a father?