(FOAD= Fuck off and die)

What of it, Owly?

For years I was the dutiful and respectful son-in-law. I was also a dutiful father.

When my daughter was 25, she 'came out': she was a gay artiste. She wasn't going to school to study sciences, she was going to study "fine arts". She and her ugly girl friend would be my moral and intellectual superiors, they would tell me what jokes were funny and which weren't, they would tell me what I could say or think - and if I had any problems with that I could just FOAD.

When I went to give this happy news to my father in law he laughed at me and called me a red neck and an idiot for having qualms. He is a liberal beta male, his wife is a fat old grey haired liberal lady with a bad hair cut, and ever since I married their daughter they treated me with thinly veiled derision and contempt. I was told to accept and celebrate my daughters' sexuality, politics and values... or I was out of the family and out of the will.

I still remember the day I took the red pill. My daughter was stunned when I told HER to FOAD. I will resume relations if and when she grows up. My out laws? I told them that I was just peachy with not being a part of their tribe any more, and that I would not be coming over to visit again. I asked them to be kind enough to reciprocate.

My family was kind of shocked by the suddenness and finality of my decision too. For years they believed this crap and expected me to as well. But today? Well - I don't have to worry about my daughter but I still do. I hope Darwin and Murphy are kind to her but if they aren't - I am ready for it. Christmas is actually nice now, without my idiot in laws and my moron of a brother in law. I don't care what they think, I don't care what they say about me, and if a tree falls in their forest - I won't hear it.

There are actually a lot of other people like us that are getting sick and tired of being told how to think and live by the kind of people that should have been culled at birth. Doing what's right is seldom easy.