Salute to the big poppas who are holding it down working two or three jobs to feed their seeds

Salute to the fathers who are paying fir those ballet class, kung fu classes and T-ball lessons, knowing their uncoordinated little bit may never be the Tiger, Jeter or Serena, but still cheers them on anyway.

Salute to the baby-daddies who may have knocked some broad up at the club, hated her, but shows undying devotion to his kid.

Salute to all daddies out there who stood up and cared for a child who shared not his DNA, but nevertheless remains the apple of his eye.

Salute to those who wrap it up and avoid skeezy hoes, knowing he’s not ready to be a father.

To the Alumnah men who are fathers and father figures, Fux, BK, Phuque, salute. You are all gifted and intelligent, your children are lucky to have you. To the top poppas in our readership, Plug, cOLD, landLORD, icon,  ian, chea  and the rest of you. Salute to the blogfather eskay, for birthing a hell of a movement in this here online hip hop game, as well as nurturing his own youngun at home.

We live in a society where fathers are demonized instead of deified, where its become far to common to hear stories about trifling fathers, where the laws are stacked against a fathers rights, but on this day, props to the fathers out there. I have no doubt that there are far more of you holding it down than popular sentiment would lead the world to believe. Salute.