Letters to the Editor
AJCalhoun
Published Letters: 964 Editor's Choice: 127
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Bad News, LW
[Read the article: Can I kill a cat if it poops in my yard?]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]The Jury is in, and you're a soulless sonofabitch, and Cary is STILL a freakin' idiot most of the time, this time proving it by extending his cultural relativism tendrils into the sensitivities of us "rural" assholes who kill things for fun and it's OK, he guesses, even though he secretyly despises us, because it's our damned culture - it's just how we do thangs around here. Jesus. SO, LW, you really are a soulless sonofabitch and also dumb as a common brick (as we heathen are so fond of saying) because you DON'T know it's a cat. I hope you do purchase a Havahart trap and you catch a raccoon in it (which is the most likely offender, NOT a cat, who leaves very little "detritus" or was we hillbillies call it, shit, above the surface, as they don't like to be found out and MURDERED, asshole!). That racoon, the one who shows up in your humane trap, will likely be smart enough to have figured out how to open it by the time you go out there to marvel at "what sort of beast we have here", amd this could prove informative, because the racoon, who has a legal right to shit in your yard, may well eat your goddam self-absorbed face, you germaphobic flower bed-combing freak!
Yeah, I know, everybody already said all this stuff, but not all at the same time, and not with the pure venom I feel for this pathetic C- human being...not to mention how I'm starting to feel about Cary, especially every time he manages to somehow work cultural reltaivism into his idiotic responses to things that are potentially serious - and yet is always ready to make it a fole a deux with the LW of moment, and join him in his murderous fantasies. Cary, you may be a sick mofo your own self!
By the way, my cats come in at a certain TIME. Not when I tell them to, but at a time they have been very easily trained to know is time to come inside. They never spend the night out, because there are too many human predators out there, sick muthas looking for an excuse to work out their "issues" on my secondary children. Oh, and dogs smell bad, so that was a stupid idea where this dork is concerned.
OK, I think I'm done now. By Allah! I need extry blood pressure pills tonight!
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A Decade is Way Too Soon
[Read the article: I don't want my husband at my high school reunion]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Then again, where the heck did the LW go to high school? Amityville? Of course, as anyone who reads these responses knows, "I've led a strange life, Mortimer." I ain't Mr. Average. I think I actually enjoyed high school. It was a big school, too, so there was room for a diverse collection of volk. But we didn't do a Ten Year Reunion. It's too soon! The wounds, if there are any, are still too fresh, and no one has really achieved adulthood yet. Oh sure, they're all "legal", but men, in particular, are still a ways from mature.
All that being said, you really need to not shut your husband out of what was a critical part of your life, and that's what high school was and remains for you. He should be part of the "closure" you seek, should be allowed to witness and to show his supportiveness. Yes, even his possible perplexity.
I think Cary gave you some really good answers. He doesn't always do that, so feel special and pay attention! You have inflated the importance of this particular gathering beyond what it is actually worth. At the 20 or the 30, that's when things get interesting, people have developed some insights and self-awareness, and it becomes remarkably fun-filled. Oh sure, the same pains-in-the-butt will not have changed that much (in the case of my 30th, the turd in the punchbowl was when Connie and Maury showed up, sucked right to the one and only Elite table, and hovered in that one spot all night while the rest of us, well, we forgot they were there once the initial wave of sour chuckles had passed through the room). Yeah, I went to THAT school. It was great! I got to show off my bypass "zipper", my dazzling trophy wife (now moved on) and share some really remarkable insights with the others. I don't think this would have been possible at the 10-year mark, and come to think of it Connie and Maury hadn't even met yet, so we wouldn't even have had that spectacle to entertain us.
Go! Enjoy! Enjoy it WITH your husband! If you don't trust HIM, maybe there's something a lot more serious you should be looking at than the traumas of a decade ago.