Origin of Father’s Day
President Lyndon B. Johnson issued the first Presidential Father’s Day Proclamation in 1966, declaring the third Sunday in June a dedicated day to celebrate dads. Father’s Day became a national holiday in the U.S. in 1972 when President Richard Nixon’s administration officially recognized it. Mother’s Day originated in 1914.
Today, my heart is set on ensuring that my three little boys have a day filled with joy and love. Having lived a fulfilling life, my mission now is to dedicate myself to the happiness and well-being of my children.
Thank you to all the dads out there who have fought to protect their children from this evil and corrupt government. If you didn’t allow your children to be injected with an mRNA cocktail, cheers to you! Raise lions, not sheep! Teach your children how to think, not what to think! Teach them, as my father taught me, to QUESTION EVERYTHING.
Holiday Schmoliday…
I’m sorry if this is offensive to anybody. I don’t really get into any holidays. I treat every day like it could be my last. Every day is your birthday! Every day is Father’s Day, and every day is Mother’s Day. Most, if not all, holidays are commercial in their origin and built for corporate profit. For this reason, I want nothing from today other than to know my family is safe and secure. I want to witness their joy and watch them explore and laugh. I love being a dad each and every day. Being a dad is the most rewarding experience of my life.
Just Have an Amazing Day
No matter how you feel about Father’s Day or any other holiday, I hope you have a marvelous day today…and every day moving forward.
My Three Boys
Poem From an Unknown Author
God made a world out of his dreams
Of magic mountains, oceans, and streams
Prairies and plains and wooded land then paused and thought
I need someone to stand
On top of the mountains, to conquer the seas
Explore the plains and climb the trees
Someone to start out small and grow
Sturdy, strong like a tree, and so…
He created boys full of spirit and fun
To explore and conquer, to romp and run
With dirty faces, banged up chins
With courageous hearts and boyish grins
When He had completed the tasks He’d begun
He surely said, “That’s a job well done.”