A one-woman drag exorcist debate with my dad, your dad, and America's dads.
NRA Rating: Z
In November 2016, on the eve of Trump's election, Cara's dad slipped into a coma. One week later, he died. He left behind a loving family, lots of colorful stories, an arsenal of hundreds of guns, and enough ammo to get him through an apocalypse.
What is an American dad? When beloved dads become disgraced dads and presidents act like kings, what does a father figure symbolize? Will sacred dads, god our father, our founding fathers, the nuclear 1950s dad, or "daddies" have the answers for us? How can we celebrate the death of the patriarchy while still loving — and mourning — our dads?
Dad is Cara and her dad in his gun-stuffed home, at the end of his quiet cul-de-sac, in the middle of this TV-on-in-the-middle-of-the-night country we all call home, having a beer and trying to figure it out.