A place for open letters to the good people of the world.

David Thorne. Most of them aren't real, but some of them are pretty damn funny.

It's probably been posted here before, but this is one of my favorites: http://www.27bslash6.com/missy.html

 

Board,

This was my FB status today:

"This is the first Christmas out of the last five that I've had any Christmas spirit. The road to healing is a long one filled with potholes, speed bumps and u-turns."

While there are a few of you here that are aware of all that this means, there are only two people that truly know all that it entails, and that would be my mother and my daughter.

However, I would like to acknowledge the role that several of you played. Never underestimate the power of a kind word.

Hugs to all,

Lieslntx

 

Liesl,

Love you, girl.

IJAG

 

Dear Santa,

Please deliver my present to my Secret Santa.

Yours truly,

Gehrig

 

Dear Lieslntx,

Never underestimate how sharing an experience can help others.

Thank you for the reminder about the road to healing.

Amy

 

Dear Liesl,

I'm just as good as MLP!

Just purrin'
SFH

 

Dear Gehrig,

Your giftee knows how much effort you put in to get it to me him or her. I KNOW that said giftee won't worry if it got eaten by a Mountie horse.

IJAG

 

Dear Gehrig and IJAG,

Mountie horses are frickin' divas.

If they ate it, it must have been excellent.

w'tart

 

Dear Liesl:

Very glad to hear that the Christmas spirit is making its way back to you.

Matt

 

Dear friends,

Why is it that when my brother takes money out of my wallet, my father decides to take it out on me when I don't talk to or want anything to do with my brother? He actually wants me to start talking to him again. When I said, only if he admits what he did out loud and in person, my father said forget that and is immediately mad at me again. This is not the first time this has happened. He is not younger than I am. But yet, I get treated like I stole something.


Frustrated beyond belief,
T_D

 

Dear family,

Please pick up my not-subtle-at-all hints, or at least accept my direct statements, that I do not want to talk politics with you. You are all ignorant as fuck. Not because I disagree with you, because often I don't, but just because you are. Your arguments hurt my head and make logic cry. You are barely half a step above people who still believe the earth is flat because they read it on Facebook.

And that's OK. Because I love you. You are great fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, workers, friends and members of the community. Your value is not in the political beliefs that you formed in 15 minutes listening to talk radio or five minutes reading a Facebook copy-and-paste that you assumed was true without a hint of skepticism.

All I'm asking is that you find something else to talk about.

Love,
Rick


Dear Lady at McDonald's,

Thank you being cool. Your daughter did not understand why my son burst into tears when she tried to remind him to take off his shoes, refused to answer her questions or follow her play, and shrieked when she got too close. I wanted to explain the situation in a way that made your daughter realize it wasn't her fault, did not involve a notarized diagnosis letter and did not demean my son. You helped a *lot* instead of just being upset that my son was frustrating your daughter.

Thankfully,
Rick

 

Dear Rick.

You go to McDonald's and are disappointed with the clientele?


Hugs - Tomas