Radio Silence

I have friends on facebook that I’ve unfollowed in a way where they can view my activities but, not trusting what they post to be appropriate, their activities do not show up on my page and I forget they’re even there — that is until and unless they leave a comment.

One of these friends is a former coworker I became close to at my last place of employment. Beautiful woman, married to an obnoxious minister, with whom they share a now adult son — who is making a name for himself as a comic. This friend is the one who taught me how to make tamales.

During the last election, she came out guns blazing for No. 45 and took quite a lot of heat for it being as how she herself is Hispanic — which tells you why her posts do not appear on my page.

She’s certainly allowed to her opinion, but I didn’t want to see it, didn’t want to hear it because I like her and was afraid what she was proffering would cause me to lose respect for her. So, it’s been like radio silence as I no longer saw her postings appear on my page, and hadn’t bothered to check her page in ages, though she checked in with me last year to get together for lunch. I would have liked to, but didn't get together because I came down ill the day we were to meet.

Fast forward 1279 days since 45 took office, and all that has occurred since — relating to her culture, i.e., kids in cages, deportations, going after the Dreamers, the Goya controversy, with nothing else to do today, I decided to check her page to see if she now felt differently.

She did not.

Clearly on board for 45 in 2020, she also stands with no masks because “It’s not the government’s job to protect my health. It’s the government’s job to protect my rights. It’s my job to protect my health, and when you trade liberty for safety, you end up losing both”.

As for the pandemic, she didn’t say it wasn’t real — well not exactly. What she said was its God’s judgment for the state of "immorality in our world", i.e. sin. "The line between right and wrong having slowly been erased by society".

WOW. JUST WOW.

Again … she has a right to feel about No. 45 as she does, she also has a right to believe the pandemic does not require her rights being violated by a requirement to wear a mask. Some folks have to learn the hard way — Covid has to touch her or her family for her to get woke. However, she’s crossed a line when preaching about immorality, right, wrong, sin because, when we worked together, while she was married (still is), she was carrying on a relationship with one of the guys in that KKK group that was giving me such a hard time on the job.

Her paramour himself, even though racist, didn’t dislike me. It was just that he was following orders to try to find ammunition to help the CEO get rid of me.

He couldn’t and, like others whom the racist CEO had tasked with getting rid of me, ended up rather liking me — though he tried not to show it to the other klansmen/klan women.

At any rate, what my facebook friend had going on with — let’s call him C, was no secret at the agency, everyone knew of it. One swinging couple, both working at the agency, asked if my friend and C wanted "help" — when my friend and C were headed to a hotel after work. "Help" being a to do an all together thing. My friends response was, "No, we can do it by ourselves". LOL.

And yes, it was that kind of place.

In fact, the wife of that swinging couple threw me a line, evidently hoping to draw me in. She one day asked, “Do you find my husband attractive?”

Having observed her husband on multiple occasions, finding him to be skinny, skin always looking disgustingly greasy — she herself being fat and slovenly, and knowing what I knew of their activities — that they didn’t know I knew; the idea was so abhorrent that my reaction wasn’t what she expected or liked. It was a spontaneous “EWE!”

The stories I could tell of who was doing what with who ON THE PREMISES and where — the Rebuilt Room mostly, but once a janitor walked in and caught an early morning sex act going on in an office between a married secretary and her boss.

How do I know all this?

Innocent bystanders, who happened to see something, just had to say something and chose to confide in me because that’s what people do for some odd reason …. tell me things they can’t or won’t tell anyone else. Maybe people sense I don’t judge — not them if they tell me they themselves are doing something they don’t want others to know, not those who are passing on information about something they saw others do. I don’t judge, plus I do love some good gossip, and know how to keep my mouth shut. LOL.

At any rate, my facebook friend is among those who confided because she knew I wouldn’t judge, and wanted to talk about it — maybe brag. And I didn’t judge until seeing what she’s now posting about immortality, the sins of others — and I’m not judging her for cheating on her minister husband by sleeping with C (her husband was an ass, I didn't like him and it felt good to know she was making a fool of him), but I'm judging for her for being such a HYPOCRITE.

What’s that saying about “People who live in glass houses”?

I never asked her a single thing about what was going on with her and C. She’d just feel the need to enlighten me. Once, for instance, she and I were on the freeway, heading out to lunch. She pointed over to a hotel off in the distance and said, “That’s where C___ and I go”.

I don’t know what this says about me but, you can be a supporter of No. 45 and I’ll still like you, we’re still friends. We can go for coffee, for lunch — just don’t try to discuss your politics with me. You can cheat on your husband, and I’ll still like you, we’re still friends. We can go for coffee, for lunch. But if you’re a hypocrite, you become dead to me.