Brief respite
Sometimes, little things help.
Yesterday was brightened slightly after I opened my mailbox to discover an envelope from Marc Racicot. Maybe it’s because I used to subscribe to Money Magazine or a Lou Rukeyser newsletter, but for some unknown, unknowable reason the Republicans occasionally invite me to become a Ranger or Pioneer or Jerkweed ... whatever they call their money haulers. In addition to the obligatory paeans to Dubya’s warrior-omnipotence, tax aversion, righteous purity, and Bush-Cheney04’s thirst for money by the bucket-load, the packet contained a color photo of GWB and the devoted Laura, posing benignly with big goofy smirk-smiles on their faces.
Ordinarily, I crumple up such pornography and toss it into the recycling bin. This time, though, I decided to help the GOP spend a tiny piece of their ill-gotten millions by returning their postage-paid envelope to them. Inside that envelope was no angry letter decrying the rape and pillage of our nation and its legacy, or the bellicosity of GWB’s disastrous foreign adventurism, or the fundamentalist lunacy of the anti-American John Ashcroft, or the neofascistic crony capitalism of a thousand nefarious corporations, or any of a thousand more outrages perpetrated by the misleaders.
No, this time I merely sprinkled the ripped-up shreds of that glossy photo ("suitable for framing”, according to the cover letter) inside the envelope. Racicot’s letter, also torn into tiny pieces, joined the photo shreds.
It’s a silly little act of defiance, to be sure. But tearing up those papers, stuffing them into the envelope, and sealing it up brought me a few brief moments of pleasure at the end of a rough day. So too did dropping the envelope into the mailbox this morning.
Comments
Great! I used to do the same thing with credit card and other unsolicited business offers.
Have you gotten their survey yet? The one we got asked us to add $11 to cover the cost of tabulation, or some such. We tossed it, I think.
It really is the little pleasures that bring so much to life, huh?
I never seem to get any kind of junk mail from the Repugs… which after your description seems to be a shame. I’m pretty sure I’d love to send a few things back to them with their solicitations; maybe a Nader campaign flyer!
I use to be around allot of deeply republican types growing up (Kansas), and they have one strange thing in common...They believe fear is the only motivator of good people. Most of the people they target are scared to death of basic life it self. It’s actually very sad that they spend their whole lives preparing for the great life after death in heaven. I truely know how bizzare the religious extreamist seem in the middle-east as well.
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