I Am My Dad
Yesterday, I shouted at a couple of kids on the MUNI staition (SF subway) to ,"Stop littering, please!"

and I realized, I am my Dad.

Other evidence:
~ The manner in which I say, "Horseshit!" when I am dubious of someone's arguement,
~ My devotion to beer and beer-related activities,
~ My knee-jerk reaction to the President of the United States (timing here is essential),
~ My unwavering faith that people, the mean average of mankind, is pretty good and worth defending.

Yeah, I am my Dad.