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Disordered Sons and Fathers

May all sacred, but not quite omnipotent, fathers learn this day as we impatiently correct our stress-disordered sons That respect is earned, so maybe disrespect is too positive and negative layered for and against authority for and sometimes restlessly against repeating Business As Usual white middle-class dadisms: You snooze you lose May apply to your lethargic chronically anxious thuggish couch-surfing cannabis-fed son And yet feels counter-intuitive for babies and us great grandads who need our outside rest away from commercial too lit up and loud and relentlessly plastic inhumane degradations In such a rabidly anxious hurry to wait for inevitable pandemics and genocide, floods hurricanes tsunamis forest fires drought dry river beds famine insomnia rabidity insurance company bankruptcy government balkanization supremacist tribalism Silent self-medicating snoozes feels like a healthy alternative to: capitalist narcissism anthro-supreme monotheism monoculturing nationalism painful survivalist isolation demented diseases species extinctions self v other criminalizations weaponizations May feel like hoarding safety for defense-oriented males on a bad day in a depressing moment Become yackity yack disrespectful feeling entitled to rightwing exclusively define "real [unwoke narcissistic] men." Yet quietly hiding under these sacredly respected and secular unrespected unsuspecting layers of diverse manhood hues and warring cues lie traumatizing patriarchal cultures. Capital co-invested resilient climates prefer cooperatively active integrity over passive faith-based respect and dramatically traumatic disrespect and unenlightened stress-triggered verbal unrespect accelerating competitions, dis-integrity unhealthy desecrating excommunications. Consecrating sacred solidarity feelings learned today converge synergetic need/want supportive resonant polyvagal resilient communication systems searching for win/win reconnections Even when sometimes disrespectfully correcting my pre- and post-traumatic stress disordered father son.

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