The posts on this blog are a distraction. A distraction from the void of losing my wife. Many of the posts are political.
There are readers out there, particularly a guy in Michigan, who don’t agree with my point of view. So be it. We’re all entitled to our opinions. It’s called free speech. Or it used to be before being censored by Big Tech, aided and abetted by the current administration. This is the kind of remark that makes that guy in Michigan see red and want me dead.
The guy says he and my wife used to be friends — maybe they were lovers, I don’t know and I don’t care — and that she would not have agreed with my political opinions and would have divorced me. An obscene and ignorant insult that shows he knows nothing about me and my wife and our life together.
Here is his first comment to one of my posts he didn’t agree with:
|The Susan I knew wouldn’t have put up with this reactionary bilge. Even with her inherent Catholicism, she would have divorced you|
Certainly, she didn’t agree with my political views in these latter years (I used to be a Democrat until Hillary Clinton came along), but that didn’t change our feelings for one other. We had an agreement, perhaps like veteran Democratic strategist James Carville and his wife of twenty-six years, Republican consultant Mary Matalin. Carville and Matalin even collaborated on a book about their life together.
A third, in fact, of all married couples in America consist of individuals with opposing political views.
So the comments from that guy in Michigan (I will refrain from calling him a moron) seem to derive not so much from a political standpoint as from a position of ignorance and petty personal spite.
Here’s his comment to my last post about info tech giants blocking free speech:
|Always go with your first notion. Buy that cheap pistol and Hemminway your way off this fetid pill|
The ‘cheap pistol’ remark is in reference to previous posts I have written about considering suicide after my wife’s death. He could at least try and spell Hemingway’s name correctly.
This Bandelean guy appears to be a vindictive son of a bitch. He says he and my wife were friends. Okay, that was before she met me. We all or most of us knew other people, even potential marriage partners before we connected with that one special person.
My wife and I were together for thirty-four years, through marital storms and personal tragedy, and, sure, political bullshit. I believe that speaks for itself.
So, to that vindictive bastard in Michigan I say, somewhere there is a hell.