farthers-day

Not tu bee confused with further’s day.

When people who spilled some cum onto a ready egg are obliged to celebrate it.

Kurt Cobain wanted a father but instead he got a dad.

It’s a sales-oriented “holi”-day which in the nineteen twenties got little traction, least of all with the dads. It’s to mother’s day what “all lives matter” is to black.

Listened to a near-unlistenable post under the moniker: dad university where the salesman tried to originate it with an early 1900s mining disaster in West Virginia, perhaps the most victimized state in the US, where the beautiful, moving and true story of mother’s day began with women teaching people how to prevent disentary and other acts of service to the poor.

In the twenties, the father’s, expected to foot the bill, were the least enthused or perhaps most opposed to it.

After World Was Two when money was being thrown around like fire crackers, the marketing companies made a big push on dad products (sporting goods, tools, etc) and finally in the early seventies a republican president made it official.

It’s the fucking solstice is what it is.

The background of this page is called Paris Green: (hex) #50C878.

Popular, like cerulean blue, with nineteenth century european painters. It contains arsenic and copper and apparently was utilized against potato beatles in Illinoise and Indiana at one point in the late-mid eighteen hundreds.

Green is not what is in our bank account, which today is a dull red.

21/06/2026