Uhm… we are not meek… we are enlightened! …and we have a fewer heart attacks and brain aneurysms from screaming at rotten little !@$# at the dinner table after a long hard day at the office! Now show some respect you little… uhm… whew… and uh… eat your vegetables. Your locally grown, bio-diverse, organic meek vegetables… See? Enlightened!
I don’t know about you guys, but my dad’s a nicer version of the suits (Though without the suit coat). Also, the guys who are dad’s now, were hippies as teenagers.
You’re right, both hippies and yuppies are grandparents. I’m an old forgetful hippie and couldn’t remember the name of the generation after the yuppies.
If only we could ask the temple merchants if Jesus was always ” meek and mild ” when He bounced them out of the temple grounds for bilking the people. Having worked for thirty years as a carpenter must have toughened Him up quite nicely. Easily bullied, I think now.
PC has reduced dads to laughing stocks on television sit-coms and depicted them as useless, harmless at best.
It is sad to see boney old hippies, with their fifty hairs grown out into a pony tail, shuffling along in their rubba’ slippas.
My dad looks meek now but back then he was a soldier and fought rebels. There are some stuff in his past I don’t really want to ask. But he’s a great dad now.
It’s funny to me. My father wasn’t the ‘suits’ type- more the ‘I can grow a viking beard in four days’ type. Meaning that he did lean a bit towarder the former example in this case- he just looked like he should be leading a charge with an axe in hand, somewhere.
Perspective changes over time.
I’m pretty sure my son thinks I’m rather the dictator, but in 8-10 years time he’ll probably label me as ‘mostly harmless’.
I work for my father, so I still can’t call him ‘mostly harmless.’
Step One: Read BugMartini. Step Two: Spit out cereal in laughter. Step Three: Repeat.
I hope your dad takes you over his knee and shows he’s still got it HA
Uhm… we are not meek… we are enlightened! …and we have a fewer heart attacks and brain aneurysms from screaming at rotten little !@$# at the dinner table after a long hard day at the office! Now show some respect you little… uhm… whew… and uh… eat your vegetables. Your locally grown, bio-diverse, organic meek vegetables… See? Enlightened!
Well… ahem… we all have our cross to bear.
There. I said it… and I’m not taking it back.
Not MY dad. My dad doesn’t EAT fruit cups.
I don’t know about you guys, but my dad’s a nicer version of the suits (Though without the suit coat). Also, the guys who are dad’s now, were hippies as teenagers.
Sorry, but I think your time-line is a little off. Guys who are Granddads now were hippies. Maybe you’re thinking of yuppies.
You’re both wrong. Yuppies and hippies are both grandparents now. Generation X is the parents.
You’re right, both hippies and yuppies are grandparents. I’m an old forgetful hippie and couldn’t remember the name of the generation after the yuppies.
There can be only one!
If only we could ask the temple merchants if Jesus was always ” meek and mild ” when He bounced them out of the temple grounds for bilking the people. Having worked for thirty years as a carpenter must have toughened Him up quite nicely. Easily bullied, I think now.
PC has reduced dads to laughing stocks on television sit-coms and depicted them as useless, harmless at best.
It is sad to see boney old hippies, with their fifty hairs grown out into a pony tail, shuffling along in their rubba’ slippas.
Schools are also teaching the kids that; “If your parents are mean*, you can just call Child Protective Services and they’ll come to the rescue!”
*”mean” can also include “not buying that latest video game”.
**Atari game! [dang it! I was gonna sneak an, “I’m old and out of date” reference in there but, couldn’t think of anything until I posted, already.]
My dad looks meek now but back then he was a soldier and fought rebels. There are some stuff in his past I don’t really want to ask. But he’s a great dad now.
Nah, my dad’s the first kind.
Even before I read this comic, I’ve been comparing him to “Clark Kent turning into the Hulk”.
It’s funny to me. My father wasn’t the ‘suits’ type- more the ‘I can grow a viking beard in four days’ type. Meaning that he did lean a bit towarder the former example in this case- he just looked like he should be leading a charge with an axe in hand, somewhere.
Your dad and my dad would definitely hang out.
Heh. I’ll bring you my dad as well
Jesus had a kid?
Gadzooks! I completely missed that implication. I’m leaving that can unopened.
Did anyone else read the dialog in panel three in the voice of Droopy Dog? You know… THIS guy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AA7Ub1c2cI
My dad, author of Vox In a Box, is probably n the middle. He’s not easily bullied, but he’s not stern.
This is what happens when you declare masculinity to be “toxic”.
Congratulations. Now we have Generation Tide Pod.