I HATE PETER WHO IS MY DAD

Peter, this is some fucked up shit. I am in disbelief about your mentality, your lies, your way of life and your sense of privilege. Yet, these are the choices you make. You are one of them. You are one of the bad guys. And the fucked up part about it is that you are my dad and I fucking hate people like you. If you were anyone else I would tell everyone I know that I hate you. You are like Rush Limbaugh. I fucking hate Rush Limbaugh. I want to rip out his tongue. You are every white stiff-pricked male oppressor that makes decisions to keep you are yours on top. You are one of them. You are one of the good ol’ boys. Do you understand? You are the problem. You are your kind, you ARE the fucking problem. And this is how you do it:

You take away people’s sense of pride and self worth. You use words and phrases like integrity, hard work, self-sufficiency and family values. You use your handshakes and haircuts and genuine smiles and straightforward talk to create the appearance that you have integrity and that you can be trusted. You say that people can pull themselves up by their own bootstraps. If people work as hard as you, they can have what you have. Your family and friends look up to you and love you. But that is where the truth ends, because you have your little mistress, and she gets a lot of your time, too. And with all the lives you’re juggling and all the hard work, you have nothing to say to your family. These people that want nothing more than your approval will never get it because you don’t know who they are. You’re thinking about banging that Skeletor-faced skinny bitch. Your daughters’ self-worth (the very foundations of their souls, learned at the most tender of ages) are based on watching a woman that never did anything for herself be treated like shit. Your disinterest in your wife and family makes them believe that if only they could be better, be skinnier, make more money, that you might want to talk to them. And therein lies the magic trick. One little lie causes an immeasurable amount of damage. You say that anyone can be successful, yet you take away the tools to make it happen by making people hate themselves. You can take your integrity and shove it up your patronizing ass.

I’d like the chance to tell you something that you would often say to us growing up (one of the few things you did say): I think you need a glass belly button so you can see with your head up your ass.