| CONTENTS for DAN'S PAPERS the week of April 27, 2007 |
| Twentysomething...
It's Called Family This whole thing with Alec Baldwin has me seriously upset. That the law can take you're right to see your own children away, because you've yelled at them over the telephone amazes me. It's so unbelievably obvious to me that this man loves his daughter. He shouldn't have to be fighting for her like this. It would probably be easier to simply give up and not try to see her or talk to her. He could forget all about it, like so many other fathers around the world who send a child support check (or don't) and call it a day. But no, this man is fighting to be near his daughter and it's because he cares about being in her life. Which is a good thing. Last time I checked, Alec Baldwin is a positive guy. He hosts charity events for breast cancer, he is paying college tuition for a soldier in Iraq, he actively supports good things in his community and around the world. He is one of the most prominent figure in the arts in the Hamptons. As a child of divorce, I can tell you with certainty that a man who, in the face of legal adversity, fights to be a part of his children's life is a man who cares about his children. Haven't you ever seen Mrs. Doubtfire? I know it's hard to believe, but some fathers that go through a divorce actually love and care about their children, they just don't like their exs. Having one parent alienate their kid from another parent to hurt them is wrong in so many ways. It makes me sick to my stomach. This article would have a different tone if he was physically abusive, but getting angry and raising your voice with your family is one thing and one thing only -- it's called being a family. All that matters is that this guy is trying to be a part of his kids life. He is her father, he should be allowed to see his daughter. I'd be a really screwed-up adult if, after my parents' divorced, the law said I wasn't allowed to see my father. That's all I have to say about that. In the meantime, I want to make it public that I am going to get a restraining order from my father for all of the things he has said to me growing up and currently says to me, since they are so similar to Alec Baldwin's dialogue. After all, he is my father and if he yells at me, that could be dangerous, according to the T.V. I have tape-recorded conversations, without his knowledge, and I am going public with them. I know that it would be for my own good to not be in contact with my father. Here is the transcript of the recording, so you can see how my father is simply too dangerous to have in my life. This one is from when I was age twelve. "David, what the hell is this C that you got in English! You're ass is on the line here, Mr., if you think for two seconds that this grade is acceptable. You can forget about television, you can forget about video games and you can forget about ice cream. FOREVER! What, do you have, oatmeal for brains? The laziness is going to stop. And you can forget about sleeping over at John's house this weekend." Then you can hear me crying on the recorder. Of course, my grades did get better, I became a better writer, I now have a career in writing and I still eat ice cream. But that is besides the point. I WAS YELLED AT! He said the words "hell" and "ass" and he threatened my intelligence, the bastard. He doesn't deserve to communicate with me, it's too dangerous. I mean, he's only one of the two people responsible for giving me life on this planet. Here is another one. I was 17. "You went to which party! ARE YOU @#$@##% KIDDING ME!" And, finally, here is a recent one that I recorded just last week. "What the hell is this Alec Baldwin article?! You're two hours past deadline. I already wrote about Alec Baldwin. It's too late, it's not going to go into the paper. This laziness is going to stop! Do you even read these articles before you send them to me? I don't have enough red ink to fix all of these mistakes. Take it back and fix it and when I say 'fix it' I mean don't make it as stupid as this. Tell me again why I paid for you to go to college? What the hell were they teaching you up there anyway?! Sure as hell wasn't English!" David read my take on Alec before he wrote this. See mine on page 23. He's a pig. -- Dad |
