[cport]

While in kindergarten (1970), my father was called from squadron (Albany, GA) to speak to my teacher. She was a rabid new feminazi, and informed him that I was caught chasing girls and kissing them when I caught them, and how this was unacceptable behavior bordering on harassment. My father, who always maintained a temperate outward appearance even when angry, maintained his composure and let her lecture him on the dangers of male aggressiveness and how it is a keystone of patriarchy, even though I could tell he was seething inside (I could tell when he was angry, by the acquired knowledge of previous butt blisterings).

After she was done spouting her wymens lib vitriole, he calmly said, "at least he wasn't chasing boys. Please don't pull me from my duties again, unless he is hurt or actually does something wrong". He then pulled me out that day, and I got to hang out with my pop and his Vigilante squadron. He informed me there was a time and place for everything, and how school was my job just like the navy was his job, and to stay focused while at work. Then we had ice cream with his DivO and LCPO, watching them guffaw when he retold the story.

To this day, I will never for get the sputtering red face of that teacher. To her credit, she didn't hold it against me.

[Elvina]

After she was done spouting her wymens lib vitriole, he calmly said, "at least he wasn't chasing boys. Please don't pull me from my duties again, unless he is hurt or actually does something wrong". He then pulled me out that day, and I got to hang out with my pop and his Vigilante squadron. He informed me there was a time and place for everything, and how school was my job just like the navy was his job, and to stay focused while at work.

I love your dad! I am hoping real men will become more visible now that we are about to have a real man in the White House again.