Another horrible Father’s Day is now receding into the foggy haze of my failing memory, although the sting of shame still burns hot as ever.  I mean, it is one thing for my loving children to give me a coffee mug that says “World’s Worst Father” on it, for the fifteenth tiresome Father’s Day in a row, but it was cracked, too! They put tape over the crack! Useless from every angle! So, after that fascinating story, you can see that I obviously happen to be an expert at insults, and probably as a result I have spent a lot … Continue reading Shameless and Corrupt Liars