Father's Day...

I went to the drug store to find a card for my Dad but they were all about farting, naps and cars.

None of them said:

“Thanks Dad, for reading the 12 page victim statement of the Stanford rapist, talking about it with other men, and continually being angered at the response of the judge and the father.

Thanks for watching the Hunting Ground and vowing never to cheer for the NFL team who drafted that rapist.

Thanks also for watching all the Marvel movies with me, even though you don’t like space or sci-fi or comic books and mostly just like Tony Stark.

Thanks for being extra nice to the middle age trans woman you work with because you know other people aren’t so nice.

And thanks also for checking the oil in my car because I never really remember to do it.”

I guess I’ll just have to make one myself.