Open Letter to Sons of Bitches

We have all been there. All of us. Si, even you in the back with the ginger hair and dark glasses. We have all had that one person at work, that one boss, that one co-worker, that one teacher, that one teammate. We have all had that one person in our lives that made us clench our teeth and question humanity. I would like to take this opportunity to say a few words to this person, these people, who can very easily be clumped into one nice piece of shit.

Open letter to sons of bitches of the world:

Hello. It is amazing to me that you exist in all parts of the world, in all industries, and in all ages. Please explain to me how you can go through life smirking while you push people down? Please explain to me why it is that you go out of your way to ensure that those around you become so miserable that they find themselves wishing you ill?

I have seen many of you sons of bitches in mi vida. The kid who was held back two grades and would always throw the dodge ball at your face. The coach who would demean you in front of your friends. The teacher who would make you feel stupid. The co-worker who would point out your mistakes to the boss. The boss who would condone such behavior. The boss, who, no matter how hard you worked, how hard you toiled, how much you sweat, would always give the raise to the co-worker who was the rat. You sons of bitches do not go away and it makes me question life.

Did your mother not hug you? No, I can not blame this on a mother. I blame this on your just having lost your soul. Your having forgotten what it is like to make someone laugh and smile. If people hate your type so much, why do you still exist? I will tell you why. It is because we as human beings have, a long time ago, decided to cower instead of stand up. Somewhere along the line we have decided that standing up was too much of a risk.

Well, I will take the lead because I do not wish to live in a world where the eager and hardworking are pushed down and back because of the sadistic whims self-serving ego-maniacs. I will no longer cower.

I will no longer watch as you create a hell for me and my fellow man. Your time has come. There are too many of us, too many good people to allow any more of your kind to keep us down from achieving happiness.

There are those of you out there who will also stand up with me. I believe that if enough of us stand up and speak up, these people will disappear. They will become relics of humanity. I’m a realist. I’m not looking for a utopia. I’m just looking for a world free of sons of bitches. Is this too much to ask?

Mucho Amor,

El Guapo