I have to notice that I seem to have become un-tolarant of many things. There was a time when I was 17 and the only things that mattered were Rock and roll, chicks and the frizbee under the seat of my car. I promiced myself I would always "be cool" with everything always, unlike my dad.

No I am old. I fish and golf and do adult things. I am also a narrow minded man much like my father. I don't like rap music, I don't care for baggy pants kids, I think soccer and T-ball and everyone wins is ruining our kids. I AM my father.

How did it happen.. WTF did I do wrong ?? I wanted to always be cool but just can't keep up. Whenever I come in the house and see Rap vidio on T.V ( you know " these are my bitches, this is my Chit " as a parade of hot booty chicks bump and grind and the gangster on the vidio sits in an endless parade of impossibly exspensive cars ) I have to ask myself.. did my dad hate Angus Young and Robert Plant as much as I dislike.. say.. 50 cent for example.

My how time goes by.

It happened to me when my daughter started school.

Yeah, you're dad did.

I Hate t-ball, doesn't matter the score soccer too.. That's why my kid tore it up in soccer, now plays football with passion, and only played t-ball one season. He now plays baseball almost like he plays football. My daughter is learning too. It sucks to lose, but it happens, try to win with all ya got.

Just be part of your father, the part that hates rap videos.

Oh, I hate the Ellen Show, Martha Stewart, Oprah, Dr. Phil, The View, morning news shows, Talk Soup. Thank god for Fuel TV, and Tred Barta.

B-RUN

I think its Potlach fumes, just kidding. I'm am making the transition to crotchity opininated american as well. Its good to have a place to vent like this forum. I find I'm not as much an a$$whole after a good read and rant on this forum.

huh, that's funny, I hate all the things listed.....and I'm still cool.

Ditto what Stam said.. We can only hope the whole THUG thing won't be embraced by thier children when they grow old enough to rebel against them. By comparison, Our generations Rock & Roll
seems harmless...As for Oprah, Dr Phil and the rest...PC feelgood warm fuzzy wimp liberals...(Don't let your child finish LAST!) Learn how everyone wins!!! Today on Oprah!!!!

There's nothing worse than that show Survivor.

B Run my little girl is now in here mid 20s and see bitchs about here kids the same as i did and my father did it dosent mean your not cool it just means you look at thing different now .I dont think my old man liked the who or jeff beck and I sure as hell dont like this [censored] they listen to now .yes we all wil turn into Red Forman sooner or latter Good Dam kids

My dad hated Slayer and Iron Maiden and my long hair . I am still cooler than he ever was . I hate EMO and reality TV.

i too fall into this catagory, i'm 41 now. still crank the house so loud the 13 year old runs to her room. thats how i know i'm still a rocken hard core rocker dad!!! hell yea!!! i hated rap back when it started. but i'll be honest and say i'd rather listen to run dmz than that bullshiat that kids seem to think is cool. i like to ask the high school punk asses this " so you buy this stuff huh? tell me if you can please, how do you relate to it? " wait for stumbling answer. then ask what instrument does the guy play? oh he doesn't? so he has no skill musically, he just runs his mouff right? and since your white, show how you dance to this?

but yea i'm getting grizzled, i noticed this a year or two back at a primus show. this punk ass kid kept running into me. i got tired of it and picked off the ground and body slammed him to the floor. he never bummed in to me again. but it made me actually think. am i actually to old for these kinda shows? now my old man would never have gone to a show like primus ever. so i think i'm still in the cool catagory.

Cool thread. My grandpa was an ass, my dad was an ass, I'm an ass. Pretty fuc%ing simple math. Where I've chossen to deviate from a long line of self-proclaimed "morally sophistcated ancestors" is in the open mind department.

My dad caught me with a Hustler mag when I was a kid and said, "Don't look at that unless you want to become gay." Even though he had Playboy and Penthouse stashed around the house, Hustler was "over-the-top" to him. Well, I've looked at far worse than Hustler during my life since then and I'm not gay. And even if I did turn out to be gay why would he give a fuc%? Because it would reflect poorly on him? Fuc% that. Be your own person.

He would have been appauled to find out the thought of fuc%ing a chick in the ass turned me on as a teenager. [It still does]. Why? Because asses are for shi%%ing and vagina's are for fuc%ing. Whatever. If it feels good do it.

I remember him once telling my sister if she ever came home with a Negro he would disown her. Why? Is some white asshole that beat her a better choice than a goodhearted black man? I don't think so. Judge people by who they are on the inside.

I won't go into his stand on Mary Jane, I've belabored that enough here on the board and you know my stand. I do however, often wonder if he had been pro-weed if I would have renounced it's use as a form of rebellion. We'll never know.

Sol gets my vote for president.

"My dad caught me with a Hustler mag when I was a kid"

Me too. Wanna have some fun. Tell a 14 year old boy he can only come 150 times in his lifetime and watch his brain melt down as he stands there doing mental math with this stupid look on his face.

I would have told him I was living proof he was WRONG!!!

I'm like my old man in just a few of his ways...........hopefully the good ones. His good points......hard-working, tough, good friend, and determined. His bad points..........selfish, crappy dad, crappy grandfather, and did I mention selfish?

But he was a tough s.o.b. I've pulled him off guys on the side of the freeway, restaurants, golf courses, etc, all the while he's punching their faces in. I could tell a million tales, here's a couple of favorites: He's teaching Drivers Ed, three teens in the car, a guy pulls up in a pickup next to them at a stoplight. The guy rolls down his window and says, "why don't you teach them dumb kids how to drive!" and pulls away. My dad tells the 15 year old girl to follow the guy. She does, for miles and finally the guy pulls into his driveway. My dad gets out and decks the guys before he can say anything. Cuts the guy cheek with the punch. Grabs him and drags him back to the car and makes him apologize to the kids.

Another........I'm following my dad in my car on 405. A guy cuts him off and dad honks his horn. The guy flips him off. Bad call. Traffic backs up and stops. I set the brake, my wife asks me what's going on. Before I can answer, my dad has the guy's head by the hair layed over the driver's door and is thumping him like a watermelon. I grab dad and off we go.

Last one.............he's driving his pickup and slows down for a stoplight. Punk and his girlfriend cut him off in their hot rod. They laugh and flip him off. The light is now red. My dad yells out, "in a hurry M*#&er Fu#$er? Then puts his truck bumper on the back of the guy's car and pushes him into the intersection. The chick is screaming, the guy is trying to brake, but the truck is too powerful. The guy finally peels away into traffic.

My old man fought in carnivals(1950's). Was recruited to fight Golden Gloves, was 5'10" 190 and could bench press 400#. And had the anger of rabid gorilla. Try growing up with that. He once told me when I was 15 that if I ever did drugs, he would nail me against a wall without a hammer. I didn't do drugs.

Between my dad and ex-wives I could write a book.

That's funny shi%, man. You should have blown a bong hit in his face. I like teasing gorillas.

I'm still waiting for you to do the "ex-wife math" in the "Evertime" thread on the main page.

I'm still cool....just not as cool as snakes dad, I'd buy that man a beer just to not get whumped

As a kid my dad pretty much stayed out of the way, unless I gave him a good reason not to, he came to all my basketball games and track meets and seemed proud of me, not working was never an option, he layed a good foundation of right and wrong and let me build on it, he went out of his way to NOT give me anything, he let me screw up and then clean up my own mess, he had no sympathy for stupidity and I've never expected or given any since, to this day I have probable spent more time fishing with him than anyone else ..... good thread, it's made me think.

I am pretty much my old man 25 years ago, I hang out a little closer to the edge than he did, but not by much......I'll be happy if I'm doing what he's doing at 70, he went on an epic alasksan moose hunt (do it yourself) last fall, even packed out his own moose 'cause his partner was a geezer, who knows what he'll be up to next...he's still going.

My Dad (RIP)was on his own from the age of 13. He was a Marine in WW2, a logger in the 50's, owned a gravel pit where I worked when I was 13 & 14, a single family contractor and a real estate broker and developer. My Mom was his high school sweetheart and Blackfeet Indian, which, in 1941, which caused racist issues to come up occaisionally. He was a stud and was also one of the coolest guys around. Dad just died last December at 83 years old. He had already bought his tickets to Acapulco to see his local fishing buddies that he'd gone out with for 25 years. I never heard him put down anyone based on their race, clothes style or haircut. As fair as I am aware, he gave everybody a chance to show their true colors but disliked cheats, unethical people, of which there are plenty in the real estate business, and people that backed out after giving their word. When I bought my first 45, Carl Perkins Blue Suede Shoes on the Sun Label, in 1956 and played it along with Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis and Big Joe Turner on my box type record player too loud, my Dad would ask me to turn it down but never dogged me about the music. My Mom went to UW in 1940 in the music program so we always had music going in the house. When I was in a singing group in high school, he made sure we had a place to practice. He was always tolerant of other people from a "walk a mile in their shoes' viewpoint.
He taught all 8 of us kids how to hunt, fish and how to survive in the woods.
When I came back from Viet Nam, he apologized to me for not talking me out of going as he had realized while I was in how big a mistake the war was.
I've realized over the last 20 years how lucky I am to have had a Dad like him. I'm 61 now and his teaching me by example was the best thing I've ever had going for me. Yea - being like my Dad is the best thing I could think of.
Oh yea- about the baggy pants and the rap music - it's all just show and really don't mean shiat in the long run.

Don't get me wrong, my dad has many many good qualities that he passed, or tried to pass along to me. I love him dearly. He's talented beyond belief. That stuff I take for granted. It's the control-issue, intollerance and social-status type baggage I'm trying not to carry around.

This thead has brought back a multitude of memories about my dad...99% bad....HE WAS JUST AN A**HOLE...... Fortunately, I made the vow at an early age to do whatever I needed to do in order to NOT be like him....

I guess the main thing of the whole father/son relationship is to learn...........learn the good and positive things that give you character and help you throughout your life. And to learn the bad things, the things not to do to others or especially to your children.

I love my dad. He also pisses me off. He's my friend. He's a jerk sometimes. But he's my dad.

My son gave me a plaque when he was little and it said, "any man can be a father, but it takes a special person to be called DAD".

I disagree that the rap scene is harmless. Some of it is fine and I like it. With that said, many mainstream rappers make it cool to mistreat "hos", kill cops and do crack, and generally be an unproductive member of society. Kids emulate them, never learn to read or do math, and end up on the streets as dealers or homeless people.

My dad let us practice our pro wrestling skills when I was a kid. When my step brother and I hauled the other step brother to the top bunk, sat on the edge on either side of him, grabbed the back of his underwear with both hands, and shoved him off, my dad laughed. Skid marks don't lie.

If you met my dad you'd realize I got no complaints.

my ol'man was cool up untill he lost his marbles back in 78 of a nervious break down. he never fully recovered from that. he has battles with depression too. so needless to say he's a bit of a loone now. i have two sons now 3&1 i will never let him meet these to grandchildren. he's a total failure of a grandfather. it's a very sad life he leads now. he has disowned everybody.

whats funny though is that he, over there has given usso many things to laugh about. way to many things to get into here but good god to funny.

heres one though that really tells my dads life story in a nut shell. like to hear it? here it goes!

dad was fishing one of the upper cowlitz tribs where the BD hatchery was dumping excess silvers on the cowlitz. the ol'man was fishing with last friend he had at the time. for some reason the o'm really wanted to know where the spot was that the hatchery was dumping silvers. don't know why but he did.... we he and his last buddy was fishing a spot that was down off the road abit. catching nothing of course when the o'm hears a diesel truck up on the road, but he can't see what the truck is. he figures its the hatch'truck. so he tells kelly "grab your [censored]" the trucks here!!! come on hurry lets go watch! so they get thier [censored] together and beat feet up the trail. they scamper up the muddy trail. finally they reach the top to where the truck is... well guess what? it was the shitter truck to suck the honey buckets!!!! the honey bucket guys sees them all but run into his truck, and says to them with a straight face. boys your going to have to wait, the shitters are full.... need cleaning!

During his younger years dad was drafted into the military about a month before the end of the Korean War. He finished basic, and then they sent him to New Mexico & Nevada for some atomic bomb tests. You know, the ones where they have the soldiers get in the trench, then set 'er off. There is a sign at the entrance to a military facility that they show on almost every program about the bomb tests in that area during the 50's, and he painted it. That's about as close to fame as he got.

Dad was a teacher for 30 years. Has a masters in Economics and History. He retired from teaching in 1991 or so, and then began to travel. Great social studies teacher in the Olympia School District, and he also coached baseball, ran the public address at games (baseball, football, basketball).

After a bit of travel he started volunteering, working as an NAC in a local hospital in the oncology (cancer) wing, but they realized he was pretty intelligent so they had him running the statistics gathering for their oncology dept. They liked him so much that they hired him full time. Eventually the company that he reported all of his findngs to lured him away from the hospital, and then he moved up to a national level, working directly with the American Cancer Society. After about 10 years doing this he retired from this job.

He was still restless, so at the age 66 he started volunteering with the Red Cross. First he did local stuff, but dad always likes a challenge, so after helping people deal with their own disasters here in Washington he raised his hand to become a disaster relief coordinator. These guys are the first folks to go in after a natural or man made disaster, and usually the last to leave. He loves this because he gets to travel the US, visiting all of the places filled with the history he learned and taught over the years.

He spent about 9 months in New York over two years time after 9/11. He's been to every backwater area in the midwest that gets hit by flooding or tornados, and he has spent a considerable amount of time in Florida and Louisiana helping folks cope with the aftermath of the muliple hurrincanes that have devistated those areas.

We get to see him about 6 months a year, if we are lucky, and I always make it a point to take him fishing when he's home in the summer. In case you can't tell, I'm pretty proud of the man. He kind hearted, always gives of himself before thinking of others, and he could snap you like a twig, even at the age of 73, because he lifts weights 4 to 5 days a week. Our nickname for him is "Arnold".

I was a punk ass kid at times, but his example, not force or unkind words, brought me in line. I now also volunteer, with 50 or so hours a year with Ducks Unlimited, and 200+ hours each year with our local school district. I'm a member of the school board for our community, and I'm involved in raising my kids to the standard my dad set for me.

If I become half the man that he is, I'll be a lucky man.

Dogfish--That was truly a nice read.

RVW

i inheirited my dad's love for catching and eating steelhead. i'm not sure whether to hate him or love him.