Father's Day 2026

What is a father and what is his purpose?

The very fact that we have to celebrate a man who created us is insanity to begin with, but allow me to break down this modern phenomenon.

The first Father’s Day was celebrated in 1910 in Spokane, Washington, in 1910 celebrating a single father who was a Civil War veteran. The tradition spread nationally over the coming decades until the Great Depression halted the holiday’s commercialization. After WW2, the holiday reappeared and was seen as a way to honor the returning veterans. In 1966, Lyndon Johnson signed an executive order designating June 19th as Father’s Day. It wasn’t until 1972 that the third Sunday in June was designated as Father’s Day nationally under Richard Nixon. These acts were mostly propaganda and a way to domesticate men into the suburban life that had been formed after the civil engineering flooded cities with low-wage workers, forcing whites to flee during the 1940s and 50s.

Fatherhood, though, is older than humanity. The modern Father’s Day, where you give your father a gift card or take him to some goyslop-ridden commercial restaurant or grill on an $800 Weber grill, has almost nothing to do with fatherhood.

We have been propagandized for years by Disney movies and modern cinema into believing that mothers are the ones who pass down culture and traditions from one generation to another. The truth is that cultural traditions and their enforcement have always been a role that belonged to the father.

It was our father who taught us how to plant, work, pray, love, honor, cherish, respect, and maintain the world around us. He was the one who prepared us for the world we would enter as adults. He gave us the discipline, structure, foresight, and fortitude to withstand the injuries, setbacks, and bad harvests. He taught us what it meant to be part of something larger than ourselves.

I heard something recently that has been rattling around in my brain. Shahid Bolson said, “So-called white people, when they want to express how much they love something, they do it by explaining the amount of violence they would commit for that person.” He said, “Muslims speak of sacrifice for others.”

As a young man, of course, I have spoken in this way, but…. Through my years, I have found that sacrifice floats off my tongue. I was proud to work in a steel mill setting myself on fire twice a day or having tens of thousands of pounds of steel floating over my head an inch from death. I knew that if I died while providing for my children, they would cherish the sacrifice as much as they resented my not being in their lives. I know they would trade all the money to have me back, but I would feel that would be a death of honor because it was a sacrifice I made for them. We respect soldiers who sacrifice their lives, firefighters, cops, water rescue people, or anyone with a dangerous job whose job it is to keep us safe, or whose job it is to save others.

There are men in my family who died in mines fighting for better pay and conditions to provide for their wives and children. They sacrificed their lives fighting companies to provide me with a better life, and they never met me. There are men in my lineage who sacrificed thier bodies and time and left land that is squabbled about by men who never built shit in their lives. There are men in my lineage who killed other men to protect the offspring who would have offspring who would eventually have offspring that became my children and me.

The lineage is a forgotten concept in our modern understanding of Homo economus. A rootless cosmopolitan, deracinated, self-actualized creature that has neither a past nor a future.

Which brings us to the purpose of a father today. When you are raising a child who will never know his lineage or worry about leaving one, where is the need to pass down a culture or maintain a structure? What then is the purpose of a father?

Most of us look at the structures that have been built from this question as some Marxist creation or a purposeful destruction of manhood. I always find it odd how capitalism benefits from these structures that everyone calls Marxist. The truth is that the organic systems that have been created by turning everyone into “so-called white people,” or as I have deemed “homo economus”, feel purposeful when in reality they are just outgrowths of a system that requires humans to be interchangeable cogs. The K-12-to-college pipeline adjusts quickly as economic needs change. This is the small “c” cathedral from Yarvin. The original planning of the colonial trade system, which guaranteed free movement and trade, has morphed into this monstrosity today. The need for workers to provide labor to an economy that accounted for 50% of global output required everyone to be sufficiently similar to follow instructions, be managed by central corporate offices, and be governed under a central federal structure. Add to this the consuming habits needed to be similar enough to centralize food production and durable goods. If a company were going to sell jeans overseas, it could not make 1000 different types domestically to suit different cultures across a continent, including landlocked communities with distinct cultures.

The need to destroy the ethnic enclaves with different accents or even languages was a prerequisite for the penetration of public education and propaganda. Also, when men speak different languages, wage negotiations become difficult due to the community’s cohesion.

When the fathers are strong in an area, the culture is strong, and the goyslop is kept out. You don’t get only fans in places where fathers are in their proper place.

So what is the purpose of a father today? I am not sure. I can tell you that training my child to become a deracinated individual is not something I can do. My sons do not fit well into this economy. But they love their family and are willing to sacrifice themselves to the death for their blood. My daughters are not taught to be thots and are told regularly that they represent something larger than themselves. Their blood, and therefore their children, will be part of something larger than they are, something that will outlast them and that began long before them. I teach my children to maintain the things they love. I teach them to work through problems and not get upset when the world turns around on them. I tell them that keeping thier head about them while everyone else is losing theirs is a trait that will keep them above the fray. I teach them to cook and maintain the traditions of our people. I teach them to maintain their bodies and love themselves. I teach them to have faith in god because god created us, and he believes in his creation, so they should too. I teach my children to avoid goyslop and they drive others crazy when they demand not to be fed trash. I teach them not to go gently into that night. To protect each other and never forget I love them.

I feel like if we all taught our children these things, our world would be a far different place. But each father must maintain his culture or pick his crown up out of the mud and figure out how to clean it enough to wear it. Whatever your solution is, I love ya, and I hope you enjoy your Father's Day.