I know you are much too busy and important to read fan mail so I decided to post this letter on my blog. I am sure you read it daily. Doesn’t everyone? I recently saw your political ad for Senator Obama. I must admit that I found it not amusing and highly offensive. I know you are a comedian or at least some people think so but there are some things that just aren’t funny. Things like saying that if your grandmother doesn’t vote for Obama then you won’t visit her next year and that hopefully she won’t get sick. You will feel really bad if she does get sick or dies after saying what you did. So let me tell you about my grandmothers.
I knew them both and had them in my life thorough out my entire youth. Grandma Green was born in upstate NY in a little town named Alfred. She had 6 children which she raised alone after her husband left her. They lived in a small house on the edge of a gravel pit and the town’s people gave her the nickname Gravel Greenie. She had a hard life which was made even harder when she contracted TB. Back then, everyone who got TB usually died so they farmed out her children to other families and sent her to an insane asylum to die. She was a tough one though and pulled through. This was unheard of in those days. After she regained her strength, she set out to reunite her family and she managed to get all her children back. Later she moved to Florida and lived the remainder of her years there in the same town as her daughters.
Grandma Lottie was born Carlotta Jones but later married a Cushing and she became Lottie Cushing. Her husband was an alcoholic and in fact the town drunk. The only memory I have of him was lying in bed, passed out with a bottle of whiskey beside him. He died when I was very young. Lottie raised her 6 children alone just like Grandma Green. She would drive the school bus for our town’s grade school and then stayed at school and cooked lunch. In the afternoon she again drove the school bus, taking the kids home. She was able to keep any leftover food from the school cafeteria to help feed her children. She was very well known and respected in our little town.
Both of my grandmothers died while I was serving in the Navy, on a submarine, thousands of miles from home and hundreds of feet below the ocean. When Lottie died, I was called to the XO’s stateroom and handed a piece of paper with a 25 word message telling me that she had died and that my wife would be attending the funeral in my absence. I wasn’t notified when my other grandmother died. I didn’t have the luxury of spending time with my grandmothers before they died. I loved them for who they were and not who they voted for. How dare you make such a statement concerning them, joking or not. I really don’t think you were joking or funny. You should be ashamed. Now that I have that off my chest I feel better.
Have a wonderful day,