Posted on 06/16/2017 10:07:51 AM PDT by V K Lee
Dear X,
You and I had a sweet friendship: we raised children and discussed husbands together; we traded perennials and casseroles in times of need; we visited one another in funeral homes, hospitals and churches; we met one another’s families; we babysat and cleaned and laughed and cried together. I was the reason you homeschooled; you were the reason my dad got proper health assistance when he needed it.
You unfriended me. When you unfriended me from Facebook, I cared not. But you also unfriended me from your life. That hurt deeply and it still does. Even though I never supported him until it came time to vote, you unfriended me because I spoke in Donald Trump’s defense one too many times―while you campaigned relentlessly for HRC and insisted she was the hope of the future. That was it, nothing more. We never even exchanged volleys of words or ideas, until it was time for you to tell me why I was gone.
Why am I writing this so many months after the event itself? I will not even send this to you. You will probably never see it. But I feel it necessary to put the words on paper in light of yesterday’s shooting at the baseball field.
You say you support the Democratic Party. You support their ideals and politics. You are a respected woman in the community—a woman with elite degrees that few attain, a wife of a successful man. And yet you support a party of fools. The party you support is associated with pink vagina hats; congressmen flipping the bird toward our president while leading chants of “F*** Trump!”; women demonstrating naked to make some sort of mysterious point; lies spewed constantly and regurgitated ad nauseum; a candidate who lied and cheated and stole and violated the laws of our hallowed land; a comedienne holding a faux severed, bloody head of our sitting president; and, today, a marksman searching out members of the opposite party and successfully gaining purchase. Your party instigates hatred and violence and judgment.
What does this have to do with you, you ask? You would never do any of those things, so why am I so angry and tying these malevolent acts to you? Because you, my old friend, are one and the same. It all begins personally, it all begins at home.
If you cannot even abide a difference with an old, loved friend, you are fomenting the very intolerance that your party seethes over. You are raising children to be as short-sighted and critical as you, who will not be able to think critically to discover the truth for themselves. You are insulating yourself from differences that might expand your worldview, preferring instead your insular existence built on half-truths.
That is the reason for this letter. Truth must reside within us, as must respect for our fellow man. Without those, we are lost, and lost forever. It is only when we can shake hands across the proverbial aisle with open eyes and a care for one another that supersedes differences that true change can be evinced.
May God bless us all.
I am very sorry for your loss.
I offer myself as a stand in.
I clean up well.
My dad, one of my last surviving relatives, is an unthinking, mouth-breathing, credulous leftist, and he doesn’t even know it.
It has caused me a lot of sadness. I have no family left that does not hate my beliefs and values.
CBS Evening News tells him what to think.
The problem is, with the two sides marching in orthogonal directions, we are setting ourselves up for two countries that overlap in physical space.
Such an arrangement cannot stand, it seems like we are going to have a civil war, one much like the Spanish civil war, with the left figuring they can take out their enemies and the right figuring they can do the same.
I sort of feel we are living in a situation similar to 1932 Spain, 1916 Russia, 1786 France or 1676 France. Something bad this way comes and we are powerless to stop it.
Because Trump won.
All would have been fine if they could gloat over their victory, but as soon as that hope was dashed, they couldn’t bear to see you.
The Lord is truly separating the sheep from the goats.
Just because one is very success full in his/her line of work, does't mean that they are wise. You want an example...EINSTEIN genius extraordinaire...private life a giant mess.
Can you insist on making that break in character the first subject of any future conversation until you have a resolution? I'm not saying to be mean, just insistent about making him either own what he said or reconsider, before you concede that that subject can pass in favor of other things?
This is what I’m saying ! Since leaving Facebook I ONLY hear from my parents. That’s all.
No friends, no one else. Just my parents. I call others, but I have not received a single call in 3 years.
Would have been the end of the country. No one deserved it less than her.
Imagine a gun ban followed by a Gore presidency. Or even an Obama presidency. We would BE Venezuela now.
Sad that the left has become so radicalized.
We put up with Obama for 8 years.
Heck son would even come over and show me Obama White House Christmas card at Christmas time, I would say, nice, now put it away.He thinks way off the wall now and boy do they believe all this Russian bullcrap.
Sad.
He has called here screaming telling us how Trump tricked us. I tell him, I cannot talk to him if he cannot be sensible and calm down.
He is mad at everyone else in family who voted Trump, which is pretty much the rest of the family, it is his loss.
I pray for him.
I am still trying to wrap my mind around the outrage of so many women at Donald Trump for the language he used in the hot mic tape with Billy Bush, but their ability to overlook the role of HRC as the #1 enabler for her husband, the known assaulter/rapist.
HRC allowed herself to be cheated on, abused, debased and humiliated repeatedly by her husband for decades, yet she’s a feminist icon? I will never understand.
Those same women have NO PROBLEM with HRC’s having represented the rapist of a 12 year old and getting him off by referring to the child as “trailer trash” who “asked for it.” How does that happen?
Agree; there’s no accounting for tastes. Just between the two of us, to hear liberal women lament that they are experiencing trouble in conceiving after giving their blessings to countless abortions does tend to put an interior smirk on my face and I must bite my tongue to keep the sharpness from being heard.
The fact he didn’t go there is certainly not due to their crappy food. Chic Fil A is a real treat around these parts. Their sandwiches are Yuge and awesome.
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I haven’t eaten chicken since 1952, when I was 7 years old. I’m not about to start eating the vile bird again now.
(Or its nasty cousin, the turkey.)
Bump....
Not from the South, huh? Fried chicken is a Sunday mainstay in these parts. Fried okra, mashed potatoes and cream gravy, collard or mustard greens, black eyed peas and cornbread. Standard Sunday Fare.
I’ve been surprised over the years, meeting women who’ve had and abortion or multiple abortions, and their speaking of how it destroyed their lives emotionally, the regret they live with, the ‘birthday’ they always remember. They don’t figure that out till they are beyond child-bearing years, of course. I did help one woman find counseling that was available thru an arm of Right to Life. I can’t imagine living with that guilt. Perhaps those who have no feelings whatsoever are better off, at least in this life.
Remember to tell them that President Trump was DEMOCRATICALLY ELECTED!
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