Duuuude, last night I generated the attached letter, pasted it into word, added things like the date "Dear " and “Sincerely, Tighe” SIGNED it, folded it up in an envelope and wrote <store manager’s name> on it. When I got to work I walked up to him, thrust it into his hands and stormed off. When I was out of the office I was laughing my pants off!! I was up front (I work in The Real Canadian Wholesale Club – produce section) and seriously laughing out loud and customers are walking by like “What the–?!”
Anyway, the letter became the theme of the day. Everyone read it. The manager came up to me after and was like “Tighe, you are seriously twisted…” Then we talked about it. He handed it to my other supervisor, saying nothing about how it was a prank, and he read it. I watched him read it too, and he was all serious. He asked me after “So… what exactly are you trying to say?” in a stern voice. LOL Lots of other employees read it throughout the day. The managers had a meeting (as they do every Friday) and brought up some of the issues. LOL (as a gag on all the other managers) It was photocopied and posted on their bulletins. I narrated the final paragraph in a very angry voice (took so many takes to get it perfect) on my friends cell phones’ voice memo and he found it, and played it back to all the managers too. Man, it totally made the day go so well because everyone was laughing all the time! Eventually everyone was let in that it was generated on a website, and so now I got lots of people asking me for the address.
Just thought I’d share the experience with ya. Here’s the letter:
Dear ,
There are many venom-spouting reavers who want to strap us down with a network of rules and regulations. One – the Wholesale Club – is so sententious, it deserves special mention. But first, I’m going to jump ahead a bit and talk in general terms about how the Wholesale Club doesn’t understand politics or simply doesn’t care. Then, I’ll back up and fill in some of the details. Okay, so to start with the general stuff, the Wholesale Club can’t attack my ideas, so it attacks me. It could be worse, I suppose. It could make individuals indifferent to the survival of their families. True, this is a fine example of what I’ve been talking about, but if the Wholesale Club truly believes that racialism brings one closer to nirvana, then maybe it should enroll in Introduction to Reality 101. The Wholesale Club’s dupes say that nothing would help society more than for them to base racial definitions on lineage, phrenological characteristics, skin hue, and religion. Sorry, I don’t buy that.
The Wholesale Club’s ideological colors may have changed over the years. Nevertheless, its core principle has remained the same: to spoil the whole Zen Buddhist New Age mystical rock-worshipping aura of our body chakras. If you don’t believe me, then note that I’m not a psychiatrist. Sometimes, though, I wish I were, so that I could better understand what makes organizations like the Wholesale Club want to exercise control through indirect coercion or through psychological pressure or manipulation. From what I understand, given the amount of misinformation that the Wholesale Club is circulating, I must point out that its brethren say, “Cultural tradition has never contributed a single thing to the advancement of knowledge or understanding.” Yes, I’m afraid they really do talk like that. It’s the only way for them to conceal that the Wholesale Club finds reality too difficult to swallow. Or maybe it just gets lost between the sports and entertainment pages. In either case, the Wholesale Club wants to impact public policy for years to come. It gets better: It believes that the federal government should take more and more of our hard-earned money and more and more of our hard-won rights. I guess no one’s ever told it that whenever anyone states the obvious – that its agendas are a relic of a brown-nosing, clumsy past – discussion naturally progresses towards the question, “Why can’t we simply agree to disagree?” Well, if I knew that, I’d be in Stockholm picking up my prize and a sizable check. The antithesis of cold-blooded, uneducated sesquipedalianism is moral, religious, and cultural solidarity among the people of a nation, so to speak. One thing is certain: The Wholesale Club has been deluding people into believing that I’m too unrealistic to bring meaning, direction, and purpose into our lives. Don’t let it delude you, too.
It’s good that you’re reading this letter. It’s good that you’re listening to what I’m saying. But reading and listening aren’t enough. You must also be willing to help me tell the Wholesale Club where it can stick it. If the Wholesale Club can’t be reasoned out of its prejudices, it must be laughed out of them. If the Wholesale Club can’t be argued out of its selfishness, it must be shamed out of it. I hope I haven’t bored you by writing an entire letter about the Wholesale Club. Still, this letter was the best way to explain to you that it is ridiculous that I have to be faced with four-flushers whose heinous cajoleries are treated with apathy.
Sincerely,