I shook off the streaming cobwebs to join a special Twitch raid train!

I swear, I’d play hide and seek all day if I could.

Shoutout to the Royal Entertainment community for having me as a part of their celebration!

The MajorLinux Show Fathers’ Day Raid Train Spectacular – MajorLinux

https://majorlinux.com/the-majorlinux-show-fathers-day-raid-train-spectacular/

#Capcom #FathersDay #Gaming #PC #Pragmata #REEngine #Steam #Streaming #Twitch #YouTube

This is either the worst imaginable attempt at humanizing #JDVance or Usha Vance has joined the resistance.

Around 36 seconds in, he awkwardly pats her knee and says "Good to see ya" like he thinks she's an animal who might bite him.

This was their #FathersDay special, maybe to make you feel better about your own family.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uMe-Iydrkk&t=1s

Parenthood is like a continuous DDOS on your train of thought.

Happy Father’s Day, especially to those dads who bear it with more grace than I do.

#FathersDay

I hope none of John Roberts' children call him for #FathersDay today, and he's finally starting to understand why. #IHopeJohnRoberts

5yo: do you want to hear a joke?

Me: (with trepidation) sure...

5yo: Why did the dolphin jump out of the water?

Me: I don't know, why?

5yo: so he could fly to the moon but then he died because there is no air there but then he came back to earth and fell in the ocean and he could breathe and he was alive again

#parenting #FathersDay

My dad was a good person, so much so, that he's the bar I use for other southerners. I knew him up and down, his motivations and what he really believed. It took a few years to get there but he laid it all bare if you gave him enough time to tell his stories and see the cracks in the red-white-and-blue paint.

My dad was born in 1938, a son to a blue collar worker too old for the draft, but still close enough to WWII for the reveling and the patriotism. Dad was seasoned with the goings-on in the 50's and 60's, events and hype. He drove his Dodge and Chevies, watched Eastwood films, jammed to Johnny, Waylon, Willie and the boys, and smoked a pack a day until he was 60-something. He even had a stint as a cop for a few months until it got to his conscience.

Dad was not "that guy". Dad repeated phrases and sayings of other men to fit in, but like anyone else in the South, It's what you do, not what you say. Even having said that, I have a hard time even finding an n-word from the man in my mental record in the 28 years I knew him.

He'd say something to the effect of:

"Well, yeah, we... had a hand in some riots, but I wasn't there that long. I didn't like the work."

Why he didn't like the work, he wouldn't outwardly say in that moment, as his generation mainly kept those types of thoughts to themselves, and my dad would be the last person to paint a bad picture of the cops. No one would ever "say", or show weakness. It's just not in the Dude Bible of the 1960's. You had to catch the details in passing or bait it out some other way, but his way of telling stories all the time got the job done, and there was one other thing. There was one aspect of my dad that came with most people born in the late 30s. Dad. HATED. NAZIS.

Dad hated ze nazis so much that they dominated any other hate for anything else. Dad's hate for nazis even eclipsed his born-into hate for communists. Dad had a soft-spot for Russia -for fucking over the nazis! Dad hated nazis even when there was no call for hating anything, and the symbolism used. You couldn't have "any old cross" in the house. It had to be peer-reviewed (by him, naturally) to make sure Hitler didn't use it, which actually happened in relation to a necklace I had once.

Dad read a lot in his final days, a lot of political analysis books, usually stuff about global spy networks and shadow governments ran by oligarchs. I was too young to see who or what these influences were, good or bad, but in memory, dad wasn't too happy with the state of the world by the late 2000's.

"We are at the mercy of the super rich and super intelligent."

Dad's entire ethos was patriotism. But by then, he had pride in his country, but not his government. He had pride in a down-home southern farmer's market, but not Bush or Obama. There was a love in him, but a hurt in him, a feeling that he was physically and mentally out of time with the world. It had been better, it had been right and just and now was not, although I believe proof to the contrary had hit him by then.

Dad never gave anything the benefit of the doubt but God, and nobody and nothing else got the pleasure of having it. If you said something fucked up and insensitive to him, he's slap the snot out of you. If you said it with God or America's blessing and quoted some congressional dribble, you'd get "the look". (aka: "Smartass...")

By and large, my dad is my great example of how upbringing, peer pressure, time and place can't hide or ruin who a person is at their core. Dad's conscience walked him away time and time again from the worst crimes you can commit against other men.

He had lowered every gun he'd ever aimed.

"You know, Jack really wants to shoot a deer. I've seen two or three already and it's only been a few hours since we put the salt out."

"why didn't you shoot one?"

"I... I don't want to take anything from Jack is all..."

#fathersday #dad

@TheEddieShow I have long thought of breakfast in bed as a really special treat. But @steggy never wakes up early enough for that. Today my adult son saw me come in from my morning walk and he’s like “go get in bed so I can bring you your breakfast.” 😛 It’s still a treat, even if I have to go back to bed to get it.
#fathersday

btw we're ur father now #fathersDay

Happy Fathers Day

Just sayin’

#trump #fathersday #barrontrump #justintrudeau #iran #war #Israel #middleeast #EpsteinFiles #epstein #MAGA #republicans #news

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A pic showing the strong resemblance between Barron Trump and former Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau

Happy #solstice and #fathersday to those who celebrate both, or either, or neither. What a nice day. ☀️

the back-en turnt grey
the colourt wuids wis wae an wan
ye’d taen the auld auld road, man
an left the rosie leaf ahint…

—Brian Holton, “For Ma Faither”
1st Prize winner for Scots in the inaugural Tannahill Poetry Competition, 2017

https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/for-ma-faither/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #fathers #FathersDay #Scots #Scotslanguage

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For Ma Faither Brian Holton In Memoriam Cyril Stanley Holton the back-en turnt grey the colourt wuids wis wae an wan ye’d taen the auld auld road, man an left the rosie leaf ahint the spring wis late o comin nae heat, nae graith wis gien ti the hill an aa the wells o christentie cudna slocken the drouth at cam an checkt oor season then nae cauldrife bed for you, man, reishlt wi the wund ye tuik the simmer’s lang white road whaur lichtsome hills is daft wi sang an siller watter rummles doun the linn the herd hed come ti lead ye in to set ye on yir auld white road the birselt hill abune ye, the sweit upon yir brou rinnin doun the tropic road yir lane A mind ye yet, ye chairmer, an mercy me in ither airts oo’ll aiblins meet, afore lang gae – a gairden mebbes, whaur ye’ll turn an fauld uis, ma weill-luvit an ma absent dear ma gowd wis turnt ti bress then an aa ma joys wis turn ti leid in the birselt wearie days o hairst-en ye tuik the bitter road, the auld white road, an ran the back-en wis grey as stane, man, the colourt wuids wis pale an wan ye tuik the auld auld road, man an aa yir warkin days wis dune

Lying asleep walking
Last night I met my father
Who seemed pleased to see me.
He wanted to speak. I saw
His mouth saying something
But the dream had no sound…

—W.S. Graham, “To Alexander Graham”
published in Collected Poems 1942–1977 (Faber, 1979)

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48732/to-alexander-graham

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #fathers #FathersDay

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To Alexander Graham by W. S. Graham Lying asleep walking Last night I met my father Who seemed pleased to see me. He wanted to speak. I saw His mouth saying something But the dream had no sound. We were surrounded by Laid-up paddle steamers In The Old Quay in Greenock. I smelt the tar and the ropes. It seemed that I was standing Beside the big iron cannon The tugs used to tie up to When I was a boy. I turned To see Dad standing just Across the causeway under That one lamp they keep on. He recognised me immediately. I could see that. He was The handsome, same age With his good brows as when He would take me on Sundays Saying we’ll go for a walk. Dad, what am I doing here? What is it I am doing now? Are you proud of me? Going away, I knew You wanted to tell me something. You stopped and almost turned back To say something. My father, I try to be the best In you you give me always. Lying asleep turning Round in the quay-lit dark It was my father standing As real as life. I smelt The quay’s tar and the ropes. I think he wanted to speak. But the dream had no sound. I think I must have loved him.

Shout-out to people parenting children and/or reparenting themselves after parental estrangement, any degree

You deserve safety, compassion, kindness, validation and protection from them

For whatever work youve done on your own healing, however much progress youve made so far or however long (or short) youve been on this journey

Im proud of you, keep it up 🩷

Love, your cousin who gets it

#FathersDay

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A reflection of me (Irene) smiling a big genuine smile, in a small desktop mirror set on a windowsill. My face is quite offcenter as I was trying to take a selfie but hadnt figured the best way to hold the phone/frame the shot yet.

My progeny just called. She is doing well and is content. That's all I need to be happy this #FathersDay. ❤️

Just want to give some virtual flowers 💐 to all you dad's on here that I'm happy to know.

I hope you enjoy your day and feel appreciated.

💜

#fathersday #dad

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A punk spratpaints PUNK IS DAD! on the wall

For those who call it a ‘dad bod’ I prefer to call it a ‘father figure’.

Happy Fathers Day

#fathersday

Since it's Father's Day, I've been remembering my father. He died 25 years ago at the age of 89. I'll pass on to you the most important advice he ever gave me. I was in high school at the time. He told me that if a man -- boyfriend or husband -- ever hit me, I was to walk out the door and never go back. It didn't matter if I had done something to provoke the violence, I was to leave immediately. No second chances.

Men, girls need to hear these things from their fathers even more than they need to hear it from their mothers. Tell them.

#FathersDay

Whatever the difference is, it all began
the day we woke up face-to-face like lovers
and his four-day-old smile dawned on him again,
possessed him, till it would not fall or waver…

—Don Paterson, “Waking with Russell”
Selected Poems (Faber, 2012)

A poem for Father’s Day

https://www.faber.co.uk/product/9780571281800-selected-poems/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Father #FathersDay

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Waking with Russell by Don Paterson Whatever the difference is, it all began the day we woke up face-to-face like lovers and his four-day-old smile dawned on him again, possessed him, till it would not fall or waver; and I pitched back not my old hard-pressed grin but his own smile, or one I’d rediscovered. Dear son, I was mezzo del cammin and the true path was as lost to me as ever when you cut in front and lit it as you ran. See how the true gift never leaves the giver: returned and redelivered, it rolled on until the smile poured through us like a river. How fine, I thought, this waking amongst men! I kissed your mouth and pledged myself forever.

Dheigheadh sinn a dh’iasgach,
mi fhèin is m’ athair,
is lìonadh sinn an eathar le
peilichean de rionnach, liutha,
is dheigheadh sinn timcheall a’ bhaile
gu gach nàbaidh gus am biodh na peilichean falamh…

—Iain MacRath, “Dheigheadh sinn a dh’iasgach”
published in Don’t. Even. Ask. Too. Hot.: New Writing Scotland 42 (ASL, 2024)

https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/newwriting/nws42/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Gaidhlig #Gaelic #fathers #FathersDay

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Iain MacRath Dheigheadh sinn a dh’iasgach Dheigheadh sinn a dh’iasgach, mi fhèin is m’ athair, is lìonadh sinn an eathar le peilichean de rionnach, liutha, is dheigheadh sinn timcheall a’ bhaile gu gach nàbaidh gus am biodh na peilichean falamh. Chunnaic mi m’ athair an raoir, ged a chaochail e o chionn fichead bliadhna. Chunnaic mi air na naidheachdan e seacaid-teasairginn timcheall air is an eathar làn, làn de dhaoine.

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Iain MacRae We’d go fishing We’d go fishing, me and my father, and we’d fill the dinghy with pails of mackerel, lythe, and we’d go round the village to each neighbour till each pail was empty. I saw my father last night, though he died some twenty years ago. I saw him on the news a safety jacket around him and the dinghy full, full of people.

In the house where he sleeps
let my ears
be the leaves at the window.

Let the bulbs of the lamps
be my eyes
on the animal street…

—Miriam Nash, “Prayer for My Father as a Child”
published in All the Prayers in the House (Bloodaxe, 2017)

https://www.bloodaxebooks.com/ecs/product/all-the-prayers-in-the-house-1150

#Scottish #literature #poem #FathersDay #poetry #father

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Prayer for My Father as a Child by Miriam Nash In the house where he sleeps let my ears be the leaves at the window. Let the bulbs of the lamps be my eyes on the animal street. Let the shadows that harbour my unborn body stir when harm is stirring. I’ll sleep in the drawer with the knives. I’ll turn in the locks.

Sketch of my dad after his stroke in 2017. Gone nearly 3 years, now. #art #portrait #FathersDay #sketch

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Pencil, fountain pen, and marker sketch of a frail, elderly man in a hospital bed.

If you’re in Saskatoon and you’re looking for a Father’s Day gift, might I humbly recommend popping down to Indigo and checking out Crown of Horns and Flight Nineteen?

My partner and I will be down there from 11-3 for a signing of our works. I’m sure dad will love them! And if not him, then perhaps you or someone else you love ☺️

#yxe #books #bookstodon #fathersday #saskatchewan #saskatoon

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Poster for a book signing at Indigo June 20th 11-3. It features two panels, one with a jolly fellow in a red hat holding up Crown of Horns. It says Meet author F. David Schultz. The second panel features a smiling woman in front of a bookshelf with her comic Flight Nineteen arranged in front of her. It says meet author and artist Audra Balion below. It features links to their websites www.crownofhorns.com and audra.balion.ca

The moments that hit you — passing by this display and realizing I don't need to buy a Father's Day card this year.

#RIP #today #FathersDay

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A rack in a grocery store displaying Father's Day cards. One says, "Thanks, Dad — I turned out awesome." and another says Happy Father's Day with a picture of a hot dog in a bun where the world "day" is written in mustard on the hot dog.