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Oct. 4th, 2005 @ 05:04 pm season's greetings from amnesty international
Current Mood: pissed off
Current Music: Yoko Takahashi - Tamashii no Rufuran
Guess what I got in the mail today? A package! A package from Amnesty International! It was a cardboard box, large enough to require extra postage. Inside was a dozen fancy greeting cards and envelopes. It was really hard to not throw it in the trash, so I just left it in the mailroom.

I never thought I'd say this, but fuck you, Amnesty International. I don't even know why I send you money. I understand that you appreciate my donations, but the point of giving to charity is that it doesn't come back to the giver. There are Iraqis being abused at Guantanamo Bay and in military prisons in Iraq, and we have a new Supreme Court Justice, and New Orleans has fallen into anarchy, and all sorts of crazy shit is going down in Africa and South America and the Middle East, and you send me a box of fucking greeting cards. In fucking October. If it were one greeting card, I would understand. If it was a small token of your appreciation, I would still disapprove, but I would understand. But this is easily ten dollars worth of consumerist garbage. I don't think most people even give ten dollars. If you had so much money left over, why didn't you give all the people on death row greeting cards? If I were rotting in a jail cell on the ass end of the earth awaiting execution, I would damn well appreciate a card from a stranger who cared. Or a good last meal--I doubt it would cost much more. And don't you need money for lawyers? For offices in Iran and Colombia and China? For all those "YES! I would like to make a fucking donation!" cards you mail to everyone else? If I wanted a box of thank-you cards I would have donated to Hallmark.

You're almost as bad as the Sierra Club, with their free backpacks and magazine subscriptions.
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