The difference between my friends and I

I have mentioned a few times that a few of my friends are, want of a better word, grammar nazi’s, I believe I drive them nuts. C is trying to educate me, but at times I am fairly sure she feels its like teaching a fish to climb a tree.

Yesterday I received a letter from PIP (Disability) (I shall go into more detail in my next post, once I have gotten over my anger) they have refused my appeal, so it means I now have to go to court. I have to write a letter explaining why I think the DWP (people who run this farce) are wrong. So far my letter goes

Dear Sir/Madam

I am writing to you with regards to my PIP decision, you are wrong so fuck off, fuck off, fuck off you cunt, fuck off you fucking fuckward, fuck off you’re wrong very wrong twunt. Fuck off, fuck off fuck off beyond fuck and when you get there fuck off further, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off you money grabbing government, fuck, fuck, fuck, I hope you get fleas, fuck off you bastards, fuck off fuck off fuck off.

Your sincerley

Trina

I am not sure if that expresses my anger enough at their decision but its damn close. However my friends letter would go something like this.

Dear Sir/Madam

I am writing to you with regards to my PIP decision, I feel that you have not taken into account certain aspects of the situation and thus have rendered the wrong decision.

To put my case in point imagine

An allusion to the bestial act of two dogs humping in the park can be used powerfully to communicate a request you cease to remain in my vicinity. This many times over.

Yours sincerley

Trina

And that is the difference between myself and my friends.