By Debbie Schlussel

Every year I write about Father’s Day, and the great influence my own terrific father, H.L. Schlussel, MD, Of Blessed Memory, had on me. Today would also have been his 78th birthday. Sadly, today is not a day most Americans honestly celebrate dear old dad. After all 364 other days of the year America celebrates “trans-fathers,” the reason we are sinking as a nation. We have trans-gender, trans-racial, and, now, trans-father figures, including soon to be on the $10 bill.

As I’ve written many times here before, I was lucky to have a great dad. He was brilliant, he was responsible, he worked very hard, he was loving, and, most important, he was very involved in our lives. He sacrificed his own personal happiness for us, his four children. Some friends of mine who are fathers say it’s too hard today–that you can’t compete with the internet, and smart phones, and the Kardashians in teaching your kids values and how to behave in life. That it’s impossible. That you can’t keep the dangers and the attitudes these things bring, out of kids’ lives–the porn, the sexualization, the humiliation of cyber-bullying. Sure, it is probably a lot more difficult. But I don’t think it’s impossible.

My dad did everything he could to teach us and make sure we became decent citizens and Americans with love for G-d and country. He taught us the importance of history and not repeating it. He taught us to be proud Jews–proud of our religious observances and our heritage. And on a personal level, he taught us to behave with dignity and treat others with respect and dignity, no matter their stations in life. Fathers, if they really want to and do the hard work it takes to be a parent instead of a “cool” friend, can still do all of these things.

I’ll never forget a brief discussion we had when I was a young teen, one time at the dinner table–it was important to my dad that the family eat together with the TV off and no phones answered. I don’t remember to whom I was referring, but I called someone trailer trash or said something to that effect about trailer parks. My father chastised me and said, “You know, those people who live in trailer parks are some of my patients. They put food on our table. They help pay for this home so we have a place to live and sleep. You and I are no different from them. Many of them work very hard, and that is all they can afford. You could be one step away from living in a trailer, yourself.” I never ever said anything about trailers or trailer parks again.

And, to this day, I remember that discussion and it bothers me when someone makes comments about trailer park residents like the ones I made all those years ago. I contrast that with comments by so-called “conservative” creeps like Erick Erickson, who said, when subbing for Rush Limbaugh, “If you are making minimum wage and you are an adult, you are a failure in life.” (Erickson, by the way, also defending a woman who praised Muslim death, rape, and torture threats against me. So, there you go.)

No, my father was no liberal. He was conservative and proudly served in the U.S. Army during Vietnam. He proudly campaigned for Reagan and had campaign materials made at his own expense. He believed in traditional family values, and taught us those values. But he taught us that being conservative didn’t mean being indecent. We had compassion for those less fortunate than our middle class family. My father never condemned or attacked his gay patients, some of whom were afflicted with AIDS, which was a death sentence at the time. He opposed gay marriage and the defining of deviancy down. But he also believed that being gay was more of a genetic, psychological, and biological condition than a choice.

That said, I know my father would be appalled at the way the world has changed in the years since he passed away. We now have a world in which nothing real rules. Instead we have the “trans” of everything. Trans-gender (Bruce Jenner), trans-racial (White Rachel Dolezal pretending she’s Black), and the “trans”-father. Who needs dads when you have the “trans”-dad of government to assume the role of pop? Government gives out all the goodies, making it easy for women to become single moms and men to father kids in whose lives they won’t be. Of course, that isn’t new. It was around when my dad was still around. But in the nearly eight years since he passed, it’s gotten significantly worse. Kids born out of wedlock in America are now nearly half of all kids born, more than half of those born to mothers who are younger. Government is the “trans”-father.

And not only that, but we have “trans”-Founding-Fathers. Alexander Hamilton, no matter what you think about his expansion of the federal government with the U.S. Treasury, was instrumental in America’s founding and early years. He was a close friend of George Washington and wrote many of the Federalist Papers. He was the son of a single mother when that was shameful, and he became a self-made man who didn’t continue the cycle, because in those days the cycle was not socially acceptable and hip. He also believed in freedom for all men and opposed slavery in a good deal of its forms.

But A-Ham’s no longer considered one of the men who made America great because, after all, he has a penis. And we now need to replace him on the Ten Dollar Bill with a woman, a “Trans”-Founding-Father. Reality Check: America had only Founding Fathers. It did not have Founding Mothers, no matter how much today’s feminists and the Barack Obama government want to make it so. Harriet Tubman, Susan B. Anthony, etc.–none of these women contributed to America and made it great to the extent that Alexander Hamilton did. Not even close. Sorry. And frankly, we’ve already had a woman on a Ten Dollar Bill: Monica Lewinsky. Because of her, we may soon get the first sympathy vote chick President and the first Ten Dollar Bill First Lady. By the way, previous attempts at putting a woman on a bill, with Martha Washington, weren’t too successful. She was quickly replaced. And remember the Susan B. Anthony Dollar coin? A bomb.

Dear Founding Fathers, Barack Obama and his Treasury Department have decided you’re no longer wanted. No Father’s Day for you.

Then, there is Bruce Jenner, who now pretends his name is “Caitlyn” and that he is a woman, despite having male DNA and chromosomes, states that cannot be changed with cosmetic surgery or any kind of surgery. The pop culture media are debating and his kids are deciding whether or not they should still refer to him as “he.” TMZ producers suggested that the kids should say, “She is my father.” HUH?! Happy Trans-Mothers Day, Bruce. The men in ISIS are getting breasts and having their kids debate what gender to call their dads.

As I’ve noted on this site before, the whole Bruce Jenner thing is symbolic of the wuss that America has become. We are now Uncle Samantha. And America is now the “trans”-leader of the “trans”-free world because we are really no longer the leader and no longer all that free.

I look at how the world has changed since my dad died–all because of America’s self-castration. Not just the disastrous two terms of Barack Obama, but U.S. policy tilting against Israel and in favor of Iran and the Muslim Brotherhood. The U.S. betraying all of those dictators with whom we made agreements and whom we needed to maintain stability in the Middle East.

I remember my dad opposing the war in Iraq, saying it would not be a good idea. He believe it would only be bad for Israel (which Bush forced to give up Gaza to quell Arab supporters of the Iraq invasion), and that it would be great for Iran, creating a Shi’ite crescent in the Middle East, which it has. My father thought, as I did and still do, that President Bush’s absurd “democracy” excuse for going into Iraq (which he asserted after WMDs were not found) was ridiculous and would create a dangerous “democracy” push for free elections throughout the Muslim Mid-East, electing radicals who hated us. And that’s what’s happened. It’s also what created a void in Iraq, which ISIS took over with support from disenfranchised Sunnis. My dad thought we needed Saddam Hussein, as evil and insane as he was, to remain in power in Iraq to block Iran. Or, in the alternative, a brutal, pro-U.S. Sunni dictator. Instead, Bush pushed for free elections, bringing Iranian-led Shi’ites to power. My dad opposed the Bush de-Baathification of the Iraqi Army and government. He said that cleansing all the Sunnis out and replacing them with Shi’ites, which is what happened, would create problems in Iraq. And we know that it has, as many Sunnis and pro-Saddam Baathists are now in ISIS or supporting and enabling it.

Father knows best. My dad was right. He was right then.

And even though he is no longer physically on this earth, he’s right now.

I’m glad I was lucky enough to have a real dad, not a “trans”-father. I miss you, Dad. Every single day.