Dear Neighbors,
Do not, I mean it, do not, smoke anything in the stairway of our happy little apartment cluster. Especially big smelly smokey things like CIGARS. It comes upstairs, sneaks under my door, and makes my sweater smell of a powerful funk. I do not care that it is raining, I do not care that you are not allowed to smoke in your flat. Expect some anger if this keeps up.
Kindly,
Mme B.
I really do hate the way the surreptitiously swing back at you.
Dear Arizona, its citizens, its law-makers,
You've made English your official language, and you've denied a larger list of governmental benefits to illegal immigrants (so, good luck, my Mexican friends, if you are a victim of a hate crime in the area). You've discriminated against youths seeking higher education. You've voted against the rights, health and well-being of the people that keep your cities moving. You also did this in the name of finances, eh? Please, next time you push a discriminatory bill, be sure to send out a few notes to inform voters that our federal government spends 3.8 BILLION dollars yearly to control and maintain the Border. It seems that maybe, just maybe there has to be a better way to reallocate this money in such a way that helps to remove racism from our laws, rather than making it governmental policy.
Most sincerely,
Kristen
