I ran into an old pal at the supermarket who asked me how Donna was doing. Alas, I haven't posted updates on her in a spell (once more, due to some derisive commentary aimed at Donna and I via email and snail mail, plus some vengeful tinkering on our Facebook, blogger and medical accounts), but I relayed with confidence that my gorgeous Power Girl is doing well. She's sharp in cognition, sticking to her appointments, exercising, and preparing lots of fine food for our appreciative family.
Of course, like so many in my vicinity (including my pal at the supermarket), my Power Girl and I often struggle, thanks to Governor Phil "the Vulture" Murphy's callous interference. It's a tough period to engage, especially when we're doing everything by the book, only to be crushed by further expenses, including a mind-numbing ton of taxes and high, medical insurance which, just when you need it most, doesn't cover you. But rest assured, those who refuse to work are catered to a hundredfold in my upside-down realm.
With that said, I know a certain moocher who reads my posts. No doubt he's sneering from ear to ear learning of our plight, while he gets his "charitable" handout for having a condition that makes him (ahem) too afraid to work, and then blames everyone else for his absurd circumstance, saying we have it far too good for our own good. Ah, the irony.
Perhaps you know someone like him, a clueless clod who at one moment apologies for the insults he hurls and then turns right around and feigns ignorance of the wrong he's done. He's the type who clearly dislikes you (no doubt hates you) and still asks to resume a dialogue to besmirch you (and those you love). This one, in particular, has the gall to support a costumed troupe that's supposed to bring comfort to those in need. I guess expressing negativity is what this cadger truly wants: the emblematic behavior of a bully, if ever there was.
And so, I say to this bully, this coward, if you believe it's right to belittle us, why not do so on this forum? (There's a reply section right below; hit the "no comments" section and eureka, there you go.) Really, what do you have to lose, ol' chum, beyond revealing your true colors? I'm certain your costumed compatriots would find your crass commentary quite the eye-opener. In rebuttal, maybe Donna and I can land you a part-time job. In this way you can get a taste of how the other half lives: that is, the half you say has no right to complain, even though it's our job-bound existences that pay yours. See where this is going?
In the interim, Donna and I will continue to survive and do so, despite your contempt. And to those who've shown us kindness with a prayer or passing hello, we'll be glad to reciprocate: just a little respect to those yet brave enough, yet powerful enough, to survive the too often ridiculed daily grind.
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