Wow. What a difference a few years make. All week long the family was discussing where we were going to go on FATHER'S DAY.
"All the restaurants are going to be packed." I said. "And the movies...We don't want to have to miss our movie time because there are too many people at the movies." I said..again. "I love to watch you guys play golf, but on FATHER's DAY, the courses are going to be packed."
You never get old enough to keep thinking America hasn't changed.
My son kept saying..."Mom...it's okay, it won't be a problem."
I was remembering every single FATHERS'S DAY I had ever celebrated with my own dad, the half hour waiting at the restaurants: The crowded movie lines. I was having a brain freeze.
As usual, 'Dad' had nothing to say, as if he knew "mom." It was best to just let mom go on and on...
When we got to the Mexican restaurant...it was a ghost town. Mind you, two years ago this restaurant would have been packed with families. There were more employees than customers. And this wasn't in my neighborhood, but my son's, where $400,000 dollar homes are the norm.
Still, I wasn't convinced we would make it to the show:
"Let's tell them we want to make a movie."
"Mom, we have two hours...we'll make it."
Well, "Mom" wasn't so sure. After all, just last night we had made plans to make an 8 o'clock event, and the restaurant we went to, took almost 45 minutes to get our food together. That restaurant wasn't crowded either. There was no reason we could think of for the long wait, except they wanted us to drink more. They wanted to keep people there to make the restaurant look busy on a Saturday night.
We missed the event.
My son was right. We made the movie, in time...no lines. We walked right up to the ticket counter and found out that the starting time for the moviewas 45 minutes later than their website said.
My son got upset...he lives on his I-PHONE, and in his reality, everything on the net is fact.
"You should update your website." he told the young ticket taker. You could tell she could have cared less, and why should she? She was working on FATHER'S DAY.
To kill the extra thirty minutes-- the guys played video games, just like in the old days...
When we finally got into the theater, the movie had...besides us, three other people. It was the great blockbuster (or so the internet said) Prometheus.
Word of advice: Wait for it to come out..unless you are just a big 3-D fan.
On the way home from the movie, we got to talking about Obama...and the economy. "He won't be reelected mom. Sure, all the left people will vote for him, but even some of them will look at their bank accounts. The independents will kick him out."
"Are you going to vote?" I asked my son.
"No, why? It's a waste of time. "
And that's the problem. I had no good reason to suggest that he should vote. He seemed so sure that
Obama would be kicked out without his vote...and that's what I was afraid of. If Obama knows he will NOT be reelected, What will he do to stay in office? What war will he start? Is that why he is helping the Muslim Brotherhood?
Whatever Obama does, mom fears, It will be a lot worse than people not being able to eat at restaurants or go to movies.
I had to realize that FATHER'S DAY was going to be a thing of the past...not only because of the economy, but because Fathers...are disappearing, They have been kicked out of our society by the radical left, whose purpose was to feminize the population in order to get control of the kids.
It's a fact that more single mothers head the households in America than fathers, and the men are struggling for work. Not the women. They all have high paying jobs as nurses and teachers..they work for the government. They are getting degrees.
Can it get worse?
You bet. My son is thirty: He desperately wants to have kids of his own. But his job is insecure, and all the women he meets are divorced with kids of their own, and their minds on their own careers. Men...are expendable to them. Many days I'm sure, he feels hopeless about ever finding someone who will just love him for who he is. And it breaks a mother's heart, that my son might never find out what it's like to be a dad, and have kids of his own. He's having trouble, like millions of others, just trying to keep his house and stay afloat. I came home last night, more than mad at what the politicans have done to our future, our country, our hopes and dreams. We don't have to wait for the next generation to suffer, they are suffering now.
So, if you have a great dad, my Nobody advice is not new under the sun: make every day a Father's Day. They are a dying breed, God bless them all.
And that "Father" in the White House?
Let's retire him to the golf course forever.