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No matter what happened, I could count on you to do the
right thing and say the proper thing. You made my world.
We were in constant contact. We were inseparable.
If you said anything, I believed it and reckoned on it
as being true and honest and something I could bank on.
If that wasn't love, then I don't know what love is. I
told my friends about you. I constantly mentioned your name.
Daily I sought you out and you delivered and I was smug and
happy and content.
And now. And now, it is over. We have to part. We have
to say goodbye. I need to clean you out of my mind. The
large mental and emotional space that you occupied in me. I
need to clear that voice that once was so reassuring that
all was well in my world and I could rely upon you.
Rely upon you even when you said things that were not
always cherries and whipped cream, but I needed to hear it
and grow from it.
But. That too is over. It is gone. Like a ocean wave
wiping out a footprint in the sand, I gotta do the same with
you.
The thrill is gone as B.B. King would sing. I now look
at you with questions in my troubled eyes. I have to ask
stinging questions. When did you know and why didn't you
tell me?
Why was I the last to know? Where did the respect go? I
thought that you really, really cared for me and about me.
But yet, here I am, sitting and sulking and wondering, when
did this first happen?
Was it me? Was it something I say or did that made you
so complacent about our relationship? When did you first
stop caring? What made you so lazy that you did not do the
right thing at the right times?
Am I the only one who has been treated this way? Tell
me. Tell me something! I desperately need to know so I can
move on and start again.
The hurt is real. The pain is real. Call me! Call me! Tell
me that you are sorry and it won't happen again.
Anxiously awaiting,
Mr/Mrs. John Q. Public
Note: The above love letter was sent to the media,
pollsters, pundits and newspaper editors across the country
when the voting public woke up Wednesday and read that
Donald Trump, against all odds, was the president elect.
The letter was sent because the voting public soon
learned that they were sold a bill of goods as to how the
media giants and many of the newspapers covering this
political campaign egregiously failed in their journalistic
ethical endeavor to seek out and report facts and not their
opinions.
It was written to scold and admonish the editors of the
big city dailies that, seemingly in lockstep, crowed the
imminent coronation of Hillary Clinton over Donald Trump and
they were wrong. Oh, so very, very wrong!
The media sat in their ensconced bubbles in newspaper
rooms and editorial boardrooms and pontificated about
Hillary winning and the data that they used, we are now
finding out, was seriously flawed.
The pollsters were complacent and did not fact check or
do sufficiently enough eyeball interviews to determine the
rough mood of this country as they made a decision to vote
Trump and not Clinton.
The opinion makers told us their narrative of what we
should believe and we accepted it, hook line and sinker.
Save for a woeful few polling organizations, everyone else
missed the elephant in the china shop story: middle class
and poor working people in rural America were fed up with
their precarious financial situation, the fat cats and the
East Coast and West Coast news barons calling the shots.
This decisive voting bloc said no more to the status
quo and voted in Trump, warts and all, and said what he did
or said in his vitriolic campaign was not at the top of
their list to be president.
On their list, which the fat cats and media moguls
glaringly missed was: JOBS...JOBS..JOBS... and a voice in
how they are governed.
Hillary Clinton missed it big time. Donald Trump caught
the smell of it and ran with it and it struck a receptive
tone with that voting bloc that took him to the White House.
His roughhouse baggage of denigrating women, Mexicans, black
communities, sexual misconduct, hate speech and racism was
not a primary problem with his voters.
And now, the editors, pollsters, media elites and highly
paid talking heads are ducking for cover and saying their
data was skewed for a variety of reasons.
But, the biggest skewed reason was that the people who
live in the media bubble and who tell us what they want to
tell us, told an incomplete story of how the "other" America
exists and lives.
Their narrative was, Clinton...Clinton and more
Clinton! Even Clinton herself believed it and thought it was
a done deal... her coronation just a matter of time and
patience.
The Trump voters charged the bubbled castle where the
Clinton Giant lived and with their pitchforks and torches,
they hounded the Clinton Giant with their previously unseen
voting powers; and she had to vacate her yet to be ascended
throne and let Trump rule and reign in her stead.
So, yes, the love affair is over and now Mr. Mrs. John
Q. Public have to find someone worthy of their affections
who will tell them the truth and not send them half empty
boxes of chocolates and faded roses.
Contact Lafe Tolliver at tolliver@Juno.com
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