Letters to the Editor
Gwool
Published Letters: 366 Editor's Choice: 40
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Another Generation Y Stereotypical Poster Child
[Read the article: My girlfriend's stepfather is a real a-hole ... and a dying man]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Me, me, fucking me.
The guy can't buy green bananas, and you are ticked he's not taking what little time he has to try to get to know you better?
He fails to see the value in "bonding" with you while dying, so he's a prick? He cannot appreciate that if it weren't for you breaking up his step daughter's four year relationship she might not be around right now? Maybe he liked the other guy. Maybe he has a moral code that says scooping another man's woman is the act of a low life dirtball with the moral code of a weasel.
I remember my father-in-law's end game rather vividly. I married a woman from the other coast and whisked her 3,000 miles away from him. As the youngest and only daughter, he adored her and vice versa. I know it even more now that I, too, have a youngest and only daughter.
I sent her out when he was diagnosed with lung cancer with a one way ticket and told her to stay as long as she wanted. Sadly it took him incredibly fast. I kept moving up my planned time to go "visit" and ultimately did not get to say goodbye to him, but rather was there for his funeral having arrived after he had become comatose. It is one of the biggest regrets of my life, frankly, as he was a hell of a guy.
But, sending my wife out early was one of the best things I ever did, as was naming my first born after him a year before he passed away.
There's a Vince Gill song titled "What you give away" to which the LW might want to listen. It has some overly religious elements, but it also talks about charity and kindness and the measure of a man being what he gives away.
I gave my first son's name to my father-in-law, and I gave him my wife and his namesake for the final days of his life, and I will take the satisfaction I have in those gestures to my grave. I regret missing him at his death, but, I have no doubt if he had to choose between seeing his son-in-law or seeing his only daughter and (at the time) only grandchild who also carried his name, I have no doubt I'd have come in second.
That hardly makes him a prick. It would make me a prick for being mad/hurt at the choice.
Think about it, sport.
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Dog Bites Man? Big Deal....
[Read the article: Sarkozy and his model wife]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]A frenchman surrenders to his wife. This is somehow news?
Run a story when a frenchman doesn't surrender. Hell, run it under the headline "Man Bites Dog" and splash it on the front page.
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Mack, Mack, Mack
[Read the article: Sarkozy and his model wife]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Yes, Mack, I have heard of Verdun. My grandfather served in WWI as a medical orderly researching Mustard Gas, among other things.
I also remember the Maginot Line which was a rousing tribute to French, military ingenuity.
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Ah, drugs ....
[Read the article: My 28-year-old girlfriend wants to do drugs -- just like I used to!]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I put a fair amount of mild things into my body in the early years. At 48 I pretty much leave such evil things alone save for the errant joint every now and again. Problem with that is that it makes me incredibly horny such that I could wind up humping the leg of the unwitting guest sitting next to me. Hence I reserve my THC ingesting to the company of close personal friends with my wife in close enough access to consumate the dirty deed.
But, a 42 year-old with a 28 year-old girlfriend? Turn your hat on backwards, fire up a fatty, and pound that young lovely harder than the Air Force hammered the Iraqi desert.
If after a couple of sessions learning not to bogart the joint and playing "name that orafice" the old ennui creeps in, *then* kicke her to the curb.
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Two Words
[Read the article: I hate my cat!]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Chinese Restaurant
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Barn Cats
[Read the article: I hate my cat!]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I, too, live on a horse farm. Rats managed to migrate to a crawl space and chew through plumbing pipe that cost me a bundle to repair.
The local cat shelter calls me periodically to see if I will take some of their "overage" as barn cats. We inherited one or two that hung out for a while before wandering down the street to another barn as our Jack Russel Terrier drove them off(a stray we inherited. I'd never buy one and will NEVER own another.)
We have two domesticated cats who come and go in the house as well and do a reasonable job with the rodent population.
The Jack Russel still kicks their ass, as she guns down rats, bullfrogs, and has gone after skunks and porcupines with far less positive results.
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That's the beauty of the show
[Read the article: "Sopranos" wrap-up: Hide-and-seek]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]That's the beauty of the show. There's several plausible ways for it to end.
1. He flips and goes into witness protection, with his life becoming a lot like it was in the dream sequences from his time in a coma after his uncle shot him.
2. He gets taken out, as someone else convincingly speculated, as a small time NJ hood no longer tolerated by the big boys in New York.
3. His sister screws him over, so that the final person standing in the family is a twisted, vicious women like his mother while he goes down like his old man did.
And, of course, there's AJ and what that sniveling little twerp will end up doing to mess things up.
It's fun stuff. I only hope it's a two hour episode as it seems like it can't all wind down in an hour.