Dad Shows Up At High School Swinging Padlock Chain Around Threatening To Fight Everyone Who Messed With His Daughter
NY Post – An overprotective dad was so hellbent on setting his daughter straight that he showed up at her Midtown high school yesterday morning swinging a heavy chain with a padlock and demanding to speak to the principal. “Who’s f–king my daughter?” 35-year-old Michael Canaii (pictured, at his arraignment last night) barked at the HS of Graphic Communication Arts on West 49th Street, according to a school source. “He was yelling and complaining that his daughter was smoking weed and not listening to him, and he wanted the school to do something about that,” said a law-enforcement source.
The hulking Canaii, who was wearing all black, also insisted on talking to his daughter when he first showed up at the school at about 9 a.m. “A man was outside with a chain. He was saying, ‘Where is my daughter?’ ” said a student. “He was swinging the chain saying, ‘I’m going to f–k you all up.’ One guy said something sly, and he took off after the guy and ran into the school.” Inside, he threatened to fight anyone in his path, the school source said. Security cleared the lobby and students were blocked from entering, the source said. But his only crime — besides alleged criminal possession of a weapon, menacing and pot possession — was caring too much. “[He] asked two students to take their stuff off and fight him in the lobby. He also asked security agents and a dean to ‘fight’ him as he was swinging a big chain around yelling, ‘No one is going to touch me,’ ” said the source.
“He’s a decent father,” said Canaii’s aunt, Sondra Williams, adding that the teen lives with her mother.
He’s a decent father? Gee you think Aunt Sondra? Bro just showed up at a school swinging a heavy padlock chain looking to murder literally everyone who messed with his daughter. I’d say that’s dedication. I mean the way I see it there are only two ways to deal with having a daughter. Bury your head in the sand and pretend she’s your perfect little angel and can do no wrong. Or dress yourself up in your combat gear and storm her high school every time somebody fucks her or sells her weed or calls her a slut on Facebook. One extreme or the other. Only way you can possibly deal with the horror of having a daughter. Personally when I have a daughter (which is probably the most obvious assumption in the history of karma) I think I have no choice to go with option A. Would love to be like Rambo Dad Canaii up there but just don’t think I’m physically cut out for that type of intimidation. Just gonna sit on the couch doing crossword puzzles all night pretending my little girl is at a sleepover with her girl friends drinking Shirley Temples and watching ABC Family instead of out getting high and stuffed by the football team.