This text is retrieved from the guts of the Web as it appears that the original post from the blog of Duchess St. Rollins just disappeared… This is also a good reminder that ANYTHING posted on the Web starts the life of it’s own. The Web never forgets.

(Original: http://blog.duchessstrollins.com/2012/08/30/a-letter-to-ann-romney/.)

It’s a very well written piece but there is some colorful language that might offend more prudish readers… You have been warned.

AUGUST 30, 2012

If I hear Ann Romney talk about how she and Mitt lived in a “basement apartment” and “ate lots of pasta and tuna” because he’s a self-made man and “nobody handed him his success,” I might fucking implode…or worse. The thing about these people that scares the shit out of me is that they are so detached from reality they can’t even understand WHY us “common people” are annoyed. Maybe a letter is in order.

Dear Ann Romney,

No one really gives a shit that you are rich. No one begrudges you a good life or is insinuating that Mitt didn’t work hard to earn your money. Granted, “working hard” may have a vastly different meaning than taking over companies, loading them with debt, gutting them and then collecting huge fees to anyone with a modicum of conscience and decency, but we’ll get into that, as well as the tax havens and loopholes he milks for every last time, some other time.

What you don’t seem to be able to get through your pretty little blond cranium is that, while you may have had to live in an apartment sans multiple Cadillacs and dancing horses in your college days, you always knew that there was a familial safety net there to catch you if you fell. You didn’t had to live with the terrorizing realization that your lights might get turned off at any moment because you chose to buy food or medicine for your kids instead of paying your overdue utility bill. You weren’t working two jobs while going to college, and STILL living in constant fear of eviction. You never had to apply for Food Stamps because your spouse died and then cower in embarrassment at the grocery store checkout counter, aware of the judgmental faces all around you glaring at the nice cake you put in your cart because it was the ONLY thing you could get your son for his 5th birthday.

In other words, you living like many of us live our entire lives for a couple of years isn’t reality…it’s a cute story, an anecdote to chuckle over at Thanksgiving dinner in one of your many mansions. It’s bullshit. You don’t know what it’s like to be a regular American any more than I know what it’s like to be a Sudanese orphan or a fucking amoeba. I think it would make us all feel slightly better if you would just conjure up a little goddamned humility and admit that.

What is even more perplexing and infuriating is that the political party you endorse begrudges a social safety net to those not fortunate enough to be born into a supportive family. You don’t seem to grasp the fact that a stroke of PURE LUCK afforded you a start in life that most of us can only dream about. I’m not saying that your family didn’t have problems, as I’m sure they did, but regardless, they were able to care for you in a way that gave you huge educational and financial advantages. And, good for you! I’m happy for you and any other person that is raised in a stable environment. The difference between us is that I realize that when some poor soul is born into a situation with, say, a meth-addicted mother and an absent father, it is our job as society to make sure they have at least a chance in life.

We’re not all envious, Ann. We don’t want to take what you have or villainize you because you are able to live a luxurious lifestyle. We just want you to show some respect and compassion for all those not as blessed as you have been and confess that you have no idea what their lives are really like. In short, we want you to stop being such a self-deluded, egocentric daft cunt.

Love,

Us People