I used to be a man of letters. When I was in the service I wrote letters regularly to family and friends. I would also engage others for business at the drop of a hat. It was all about reaching out and staying in touch.
Now I'm more a man of email. However, these pursuits are not nearly as robust as the letter writing of my past.
Nowadays the public schools don't even bother to teach cursive writing. I have a young cousin who received a note from his grandma and he could not even read it, though near the end of his secondary eduction. It was written in beautiful long hand but all he could read is printing.
Lame woke educators of America I blame you. You have been entirely too preoccupied with getting drag queens to influence grade school children, confusing the normal sexual development and response of children, and indoctrinating the students into perverse and unnatural sexuality, preoccupation with meaningless preferred pronouns, and other sick lifestyle decisions into which you should not have EVER been permitted to inject your stupid woke asses.
Today we have World Letter Writing Day. It is about paying respect to the hand written letter which once was what communication was all about. If I could write the blog in long hand I would. It would complicate the electronic distribution mechanism I utilize, however.
World Letter Writing Day would have you reconnect with people that you may not have spoken recently using a modality all too many modern students no longer understand.
Thank public education for this failure of duty to the people. You can bet your fugly primary colored red, green, and blue haired woke asses I resent your presence on the Earth.