It is what it is.

I wrote to Mrs. Cow today...

Among other things, I asked her to use her leadership to make the Connection better, and that she could at least talk to Sissy when she posts--that it was an unkindness not to as Sissy's never done anything to her, and that it would mean a lot to her. She mentioned she didn't take a stand in this mess and then proceeded to chide me for some of the mean comments that I'd made here about folks on the Connection (I  guess she doesn't like the Gertysnipe sign as she hasn't been here enough to see there isn't much else). I replied that I didn't post them at the Connection and that she'd never chided Gerty thusly. I said she may not feel she'd taken a stand, but that she had.

This is the reply I got:

Bullshit.


You have no idea what I say to Gerty in e-mails. I just don’t care to make a giant pratt of myself on the Connection. Sick or not, there is absolutely no excuse to be mean and petty to others which is something you excel at then make the excuse that your medications make you do it. When you stop feeling sorry for your self you may have more friends, until then you’re on your own. Think of me what you will, for 53 years I had no idea you existed, I can go another 53 without you. Yes, Lori, I am a happy married woman with a nice house, a good husband, and an excellent retirement with children and grandchildren who give a shit unlike you. How’s that for petty and cruel? Fuck off.

Tammy

This speaks for itself and I'm going to let this stand and ask that everyone pray for her. I have plenty of friends--I belong to a prayer group, a private political group on Yahoo--we've known each other nearly 10 years! I blog here, and at several more places--and I've spoken with David Horowitz, emailed Bill Whittle and try to keep up with things. Phooey calls me every week--if not every day, Paget sends me things--and I need to send some things out to you folks, too. It's only my various illnesses that prevent me from going out and making friends outside--but I think that'll change.

Otherwise, I don't apologize for who I am in the slightest--and Mrs. Cow has slender grounds upon which to upbraid anyone--I thought she was queen of 'not taking a stand'? This is my house, and I'll say what I want to here.

I am constantly amazed that those who talk about religion the most often seem to practice less of it in their lives than those professing no religion at all. Sissy, who has more or less given up on religion, would've never not spoken to Mrs. Cow on the Klatch--and she certainly would've never written a letter to someone like Mrs. Cow did.

P.S. I have never blamed my medications for what I do, but for those of us educated in such things we know that they can easily lower impulse control, affect one moods, and make one unusually irritable.  They can stand in stead of the good sense you have. That doesn't make what I do 'their' fault--but it's certainly a part of the picture. Just ask Phoo... Mrs. Cow simply doesn't understand this and that's not her fault; until it happens to you, people often don't understand.

Otherwise, what she wrote was just one of the most meanspirited, and childish things I've ever heard. Some people just aren't what you think they are.

When one of my autistic boys would bite me over taking away his dinner plate, I never took it personally. I knew that that young adult was impaired and that he simply didn't know any better. He hadn't learned, had no capacity for understanding personal psychology, he didn't know the rules or care about why were they important--and he certainly had not a particle of an idea about religion and why we should treat people better than that.  He'd just want what he wanted when he wanted it--and he wanted to express himself in a way that brought the most personal satisfaction no matter who it hurt.

That's the file this one goes in--and it doesn't hurt me anymore than the acting out that that boy did... and for the same reasons.