Hateful letter to grandma taking care of disabled grand kids
jasonbouchard88
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Over the weekend, I found an article where a grandmother from Newcastle, Ontario, Canada received a really hateful letter from a female neighbour regarding her disabled grandkids. As a person with a disability (Asperger's syndrome), I am really sickened by this. If this is not the most disgusting letter, I don't know what it is.
http://www.nationalpost.com/m/wp/news/c ... stic-child
http://www.nationalpost.com/m/wp/news/c ... stic-child
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It is a disgusting letter. Now, I can see why they are mad. Kids with that mental problem do act in such a way, but it could have been done in a nicer, caring, and understandable manner.
That person who typed the letter should be looked at for being crazy. That is just so rude. I never read such a disgusting, hateful letter.
You can spend your time alone, redigesting past regrets, oh
or you can come to terms and realize
you're the only one who can't forgive yourself, oh
makes much more sense to live in the present tense - Present Tense
it shows there are a lot of angry people out there ... it also shows that there are a lot of compassionate people ... a large part of the community have stepped forward supporting this family ...
i'm of the opinion that this kind of anger is best dealt with in the open ... trying to bury it or deny its existence only allows the ignorance to continue ... sometimes we need a dose of reality to make us see what is the truth ...
Hail, Hail!!!
http://www.thestar.com/news/gta/2013/08 ... e_say.html
Everyone that I've come across who actually has a disability, albeit emotional, mental, and/or physical, are typically more decent minded than most people who are "normal".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
To paraphrase Eddie from "Water on the Road" DVD, those who say what is normal are crazy. (I can never remember this quote. lol)
You can spend your time alone, redigesting past regrets, oh
or you can come to terms and realize
you're the only one who can't forgive yourself, oh
makes much more sense to live in the present tense - Present Tense
My heart goes out to the family.
That is horrible..
If it were me, the only thing that would make me feel good about reading that letter is if I would have caught the gutless sack of shit slipping it under my door..
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Imagine how these kids are gonna grow up with this dumb fuck as a mother? Def see some therapy in there future. As for her, well, karmas a bitch.
http://ellebarbouille.blogspot.com.au/2 ... folle.html
Here's the translation in English (done by me) :
"Non-anonymous letter to Mrs. Crazy
Mrs. Crazy,
Yes, it's you I'm addressing. You, who recently wrote an anonymous letter to another woman in your neighborhood, grandmother of an autistic child. Your towel in your letter, in addition to "overuse" the exclamation point, you urged the neighbor called to move or simply to euthanize her little son because it scares your "normal children" (!) and your suburban tranquility.
At the time, I wanted to send you crap. Bluntly there, without thinking too much and throwing you in the face a ton of well-chosen insults (believe me). Also, I felt like giving you a punch in the face, and this one no anonymously (because you know, in addition to being completely pathetic, you're a coward, we will say!). This is what is called violence. I then realized that if I did that, I would be at the same level as you, reacting to something that irritates me like an animal would: growling, stamping, arranging for the irritant disappears from his view of the most bestial way that is.
I decided to take pity on you and explain my life. I am under no illusions, but unlike you, who seems to hold the ultimate truth about what is normal or not in society, I am someone who asks questions of the unknown, trying to understand what scares me. I have to admit, you scare me. This ignorance and contempt that emerge from your letter gives me this funny taste in the mouth, one that comes just before vomiting. Because what happens with you Mrs. Crazy, is this: you s*** in your pants to be different this that makes funny noises with his mouth in the neighboring yard. It's called the unknown ... or rather the fear of the unknown.
He is 13. He has parents and grandparents who love him. He breathes and seems happy in the pictures that are presented to us. He goes to school. It is in relation to other human beings. He has brown eyes and wears clothes. But you, what you see is this ignorant difference is that this language is not the same as yours, these are uncontrollable noises for you is noise pollution. The tip of your nose, it's just about what you are able to see the horizon Mrs. Crazy, and I find it very sad for you.
I find it sad that you'll never see that smile rarely but always honest. You'll never see that what being human is able to bring good in you. You will never feel all the love of the difference. You will never be proud to be part of his life.
I would take many hours to explain that people with disabilities are full of potential that many work and are, by their employers, most employees that are applied. I could also say that some make you graduate, a different way of course, but still supported by teachers curious and wanting the challenge. I could also talk to you about those who seem to terrorize you... Those people who are in your eyes, "a bullet" for the company and, as they never work, deserve to die by you. But these, these are my favourite people and someone as dead as you can possibly do not realize how beautiful these people allow us to move forward. I could tell you all this, but I do not feel that your brain is able to capture all implied that my message has.
Finally, when you say you think it would be good to "take all the non-retarded on the child and to give science parties," I think you're right. If this young man could give you his heart, I think it would be the greatest gift ever. You give your’s in return, it is in "your chest" there are the most problems to solve...
From a mother of a different child, engaged citizen education teacher and love the others,
Catherine Perreault."
Best sex I've ever had! You know the old story about weirdo chicks and the things they'll do. Her anger led to plenty a good night. Plus the gag in her mouth kept her quiet while we were doing it. Then we'd have a drink after and I'd pay ear service to how she'd go on about the "different" people who were playing with her kids.
As for the story. Some people just don't belong.
Where is god to grant this person with a treat of her own to deal with for life.
The poison from the poison stream caught up to you ELEVEN years ago and you floated out of here. Sept. 14, 08