Letter to a Friend

Hello —-,

Just an update to my first email.

Every activity held at Our Redeemer has been cancelled until Good Friday, so this means no church tomorrow. But Pastor still plans to have a Zoom meeting with us at ten o’clock Sunday morning.

And while I was away at the food pantry, Polly tried to call me. It was about five o’clock when I saw the missed call, so I returned it right away. She just wanted to know how I was doing. Toward the end of the conversation, her politics began to annoy me. Specifically, she has certain ideas about homeless people I don’t agree with. You’ve probably heard the opinion, “Oh, they could get a job if they wanted to.” She and her son Ed, who works as a park ranger, are convinced that the majority of the homeless choose their fate and take designer drugs like Fentanyl. I would like to have more firsthand information before making a judgment on any of these claims, but I can bet that Polly’s right wing politics colors her perception of the whole thing. It just pisses me off royally, to be honest. In her mind, the mere fact of having a home versus not having one makes all the difference between a good person and bad. Don’t you think that’s quite stupid? Where do people with attitudes like that come from? It is terribly insensitive and unkind, and a product of feeble intelligence. But this is what I have to deal with every time Polly talks to me. If I had the proper counter evidence, I would argue with her and show her how absurd and mean spirited her ideas are. I had next door neighbors with the same ignorant opinions who moved away in 2015, to my great relief. When James and Brenna looked at the house before buying, they found not a single book on the premises.

Well you know, there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. I can bitch and complain all I want, but morons like my sister and nephew will always exist —- and persist in their wrongheaded views. Still, I don’t have to listen to their BS. And the less often I hear from my family, the better. My brother is a major capitalist, so in that sense he is just as Republican as Polly. Out of my whole family, I am the only Democrat in the true sense of caring about people over caring about money.

Well anyway, now you know where I stand. Luckily, Pastor Dan and a few in the assembly share my politics. I do Food for Lane County from an authentic feeling of duty. Who would be cold and hard hearted enough to withhold a handout to the people who need food, clothing, shelter, and a lot of other things? I don’t see Polly doing anything like volunteering, nor my brother or for that matter anybody in my whole family.

To hell with it.

Talk to you later Gator,

Your Rob

 

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