Fiber Follies

At least twice each week I receive a junk mail from a certain union organisation with a big beef against a certain Big Box Store. These mails are disguised to look like thanks notes or other personal notes, in pretty pastel envelopes. Inside are cards designed to misrepresent facts. So, I write back:

Dear Union-based Organisation that hates Big Box Store:

Please take me off your junk mail list.

You send me two or three junk mails each week, hidden in pretty pastel envelopes. The enclosed cards contain a few words decrying some common retail industry practice or other. Why you chose to target this one Big Box Store led me to investigate.

I checked your provided web-site, which is an ugly mess of misrepresentation. I realise that the average recipient of your vitriol is neither interested in, nor capable of, researching your presentation to compare it with fact. I am not your average recipient. It deeply offends me that you would assume I am.

I cannot abide sandbox politics. I don’t watch political ads for the same reason. I no longer invite “religious” door-knockers in for the same reason. You’re just out to vent toxic rubbish about someone whose POV you don’t like. Don’t do it here. You certainly won’t interest me with your tactics.

In fact, your tactics are merely vexing. The more you rail against the Big Box Store, the more likely I am to avoid all that represents you and your lowbrow attempts to force me to your narrow stupidity. I’d rather be Big Box Store’s consumer than your supporter. Is your aim actually to convince me to pursue that which you claim to hate?

Is the whole problem based on your failure to force Big Box Store to unionise? Sour grapes. Get over it.  Find someone else to organise.

And take me off your junk mail list.

Sincerely,

Your Junk Mail Recipient

Now I have to find a way to deal with the influx of this vile trash. I doubt it’s safe to compost.