Thursday, December 3, 2009
And God Created Fathers
I am agnostic and frankly don't completely believe there is a being called God but this little story can be a metaphor for whoever created dads even if it was natural selection.MJM
When the good Lord was creating fathers, He started with a tall frame. A female angel nearby said, "What kind of father is that? If you're going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put fathers up so high? He won't be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping. And God smiled and said, "Yes, but if I make him child-size, who would children have to look up to?"
And when God made a father's hands, they were large and sinewy. The angel shook her head sadly and said, "Large hand are clumsy. They can't manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on ponytails or even remove splinters caused by baseball bats." And God smiled and said, "I know, but they're large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets at the end of a day, yet small enough to cup a child's face."
And then God molded long, slim legs and broad shoulders. The angel nearly had a heart attack. "Boy, this is the end of the week, all right," she clucked. "Do you realize you just made a father without a lap? How is he going to pull a child close to him without the kid falling between his legs?" And God smiled and said, "A mother needs a lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a bicycle or hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus."
God was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no longer. "That's not fair. Do you honestly think those large boats are going to dig out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries? Or walk through a small birthday party without crushing at least three of the guests?" And God smiled and said, "They'll work. You'll see. They'll support a small child who wants to ride a horse to Banbury Cross or scare off mice at the summer cabin or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill."
God worked throughout the night, giving the father few words but a firm, authoritative voice and eyes that saw everything but remained calm and tolerant. Finally, almost as an afterthought, He added tears. Then He turned to the angel and said, "Now are you satisfied that he can love as much as a mother?"
The angel said nothing more.
Author unknown to me.
When the good Lord was creating fathers, He started with a tall frame. A female angel nearby said, "What kind of father is that? If you're going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put fathers up so high? He won't be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping. And God smiled and said, "Yes, but if I make him child-size, who would children have to look up to?"
And when God made a father's hands, they were large and sinewy. The angel shook her head sadly and said, "Large hand are clumsy. They can't manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on ponytails or even remove splinters caused by baseball bats." And God smiled and said, "I know, but they're large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets at the end of a day, yet small enough to cup a child's face."
And then God molded long, slim legs and broad shoulders. The angel nearly had a heart attack. "Boy, this is the end of the week, all right," she clucked. "Do you realize you just made a father without a lap? How is he going to pull a child close to him without the kid falling between his legs?" And God smiled and said, "A mother needs a lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a bicycle or hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus."
God was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no longer. "That's not fair. Do you honestly think those large boats are going to dig out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries? Or walk through a small birthday party without crushing at least three of the guests?" And God smiled and said, "They'll work. You'll see. They'll support a small child who wants to ride a horse to Banbury Cross or scare off mice at the summer cabin or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill."
God worked throughout the night, giving the father few words but a firm, authoritative voice and eyes that saw everything but remained calm and tolerant. Finally, almost as an afterthought, He added tears. Then He turned to the angel and said, "Now are you satisfied that he can love as much as a mother?"
The angel said nothing more.
Author unknown to me.
Fathers 4 Justice ~ The Fun Powder Plot ~ 2009 Top Tracks: #30 Wild Beasts
A new theme song for Fathers 4 Justice. A song from the Wild Beasts written for the Purple Powder event at the UK Parliament that got Prime Minister Tony Blair in a lather. You can access the video and MP3 versions through links here. http://www.stereojealousy.com/ or below. The sound is excellent. The legend of F4J grows.MJM
Lyrics: The Fun Powder Plot
When we turn up in our turn up’s, our hearts are heavy,
This is a booty call; my boot up your arse hole. This is a Freudian slip; my slipper in your bits.
Lyrics: The Fun Powder Plot
When we turn up in our turn up’s, our hearts are heavy,
our heads are ready to levy.
For the yippee-less swing, for the tot-less cot, for the mock,
for the shock, for the fun powder plot.
With courage and conviction, in donkey-jaw diction,
we cry for the cause because the courts have left us lonely;
disowned us daddies like the poopers of the party.
Gently, gently take them from me… gently, gently take them from me…
gently, gently take them from me, and I’ll be left dumfound as a donkey.
This is a booty call; my boot up your arse hole. This is a Freudian slip; my slipper in your bits.
"Serving as much as a statement of intent as a cracking album-opener, Wild Beasts’ The Fun Powder Plot is the sound of a band confidently lurching towards ’semi political critique’. As the twisting guitar melodies swirl about you, it is Hayden Thorpe’s aching falsetto (ish) vocal performance that grabs you and doesn’t let go. Not only does it not let it go, you’ll find yourself singing “my boot, my boot, up your asshole” for days – aptly demonstrating the bands new found ability to match whimsy with weight – the song is named after the Fathers 4 Justice parliament protest."
Wild Beasts – The Fun Powder Plot (mp3)
Wild Beasts – The Fun Powder Plot (video)
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