I was dragging butt today since my health insurance ran out and I can no longer afford my monthly testosterone shots. Male menopause is a real bitch. It was past two in the afternoon and I was still yawning. Fumbling my way to the empty coffee pot, Nan (our Special Projects Coordinator) started asking me this or that questions. The coffee started to drip when she said something about hate mail, which I understandably misconstrued as hate males. Deciphering the comments I finally figured out Nan was talking about this postcard. She had spirited the thing into the office so others would not see it, bless her kind heart. No matter, it's my first piece of hate mail and I'm proud of it; so, I thought I'd share it with you. Notice that it is addressed to Mr. Grouch Crouch. Frankly, I've heard that a few times before, mostly in first and second grade. I suspect this thing is written by an aspiring gendersaur grazing on the hatred so prevalent in feminist pastures. What a shame, another life lost. I wonder what happened to her father. If he really abandoned her as implied; or, if Momma ran him off alienating him from his daughter. NOTE: you can send hate mail to the address above too, thank you. I'll post it here for all to see, if it isn't too raunchy. Oh, and the trains for lady's only - well, I don't think there are enough "ladies" left in the world to fill a train, even a small one, but if I ever get to Brazil or Tokyo I'll look for one, they must have museums.
She's back! This one came in May 5, 2006. Whoever you are, please go to your nearest women's resource center and get some help getting over the man or men that hurt you. You deserve to have a decent life and not be haunted by your abuse.
