On radio today Stu read excerpts from one of the more incredible letters you’ll ever read – from an extremely disappointed retired British nuclear submarine captain to his ‘underachieving disappointment’ children. Is it over the line? On the money? At least two of his children aren’t speaking to him until he apologizes.
“This is the greatest letter of all time,” Stu told the audience.
The letter reads:
Dear All Three
With last evening’s crop of whinges and tidings of more rotten news for which you seem to treat your mother like a cess-pit, I feel it is time to come off my perch.
It is obvious that none of you has the faintest notion of the bitter disappointment each of you has in your own way dished out to us. We are seeing the miserable death throes of the fourth of your collective marriages at the same time we see the advent of a fifth.
We are constantly regaled with chapter and verse of the happy, successful lives of the families of our friends and relatives and being asked of news of our own children and grandchildren. I wonder if you realise how we feel — we have nothing to say which reflects any credit on you or us. We don’t ask for your sympathy or understanding — Mum and I have been used to taking our own misfortunes on the chin, and making our own effort to bash our little paths through life without being a burden to others. Having done our best — probably misguidedly — to provide for our children, we naturally hoped to see them in turn take up their own banners and provide happy and stable homes for their own children.
Fulfilling careers based on your educations would have helped — but as yet none of you is what I would confidently term properly self-supporting. Which of you, with or without a spouse, can support your families, finance your home and provide a pension for your old age? Each of you is well able to earn a comfortable living and provide for your children, yet each of you has contrived to avoid even moderate achievement. Far from your children being able to rely on your provision, they are faced with needing to survive their introduction to life with you as parents.
So we witness the introduction to this life of six beautiful children — soon to be seven — none of whose parents have had the maturity and sound judgment to make a reasonable fist at making essential threshold decisions. None of these decisions were made with any pretence to ask for our advice.
In each case we have been expected to acquiesce with mostly hasty, but always in our view, badly judged decisions. None of you has done yourself, or given to us, the basic courtesy to ask us what we think while there was still time finally to think things through. The predictable result has been a decade of deep unhappiness over the fates of our grandchildren. If it wasn’t for them, Mum and I would not be too concerned, as each of you consciously, and with eyes wide open, crashes from one cock-up to the next. It makes us weak that so many of these events are copulation-driven, and then helplessly to see these lovely little people being so woefully let down by you, their parents.
I can now tell you that I for one, and I sense Mum feels the same, have had enough of being forced to live through the never-ending bad dream of our children’s underachievement and domestic ineptitudes. I want to hear no more from any of you until, if you feel inclined, you have a success or an achievement or a REALISTIC plan for the support and happiness of your children to tell me about. I don’t want to see your mother burdened any more with your miserable woes — it’s not as if any of the advice she strives to give you has ever been listened to with good grace — far less acted upon. So I ask you to spare her further unhappiness. If you think I have been unfair in what I have said, by all means try to persuade me to change my mind. But you won’t do it by simply whingeing and saying you don’t like it. You’ll have to come up with meaty reasons to demolish my points and build a case for yourself. If that isn’t possible, or you simply can’t be bothered, then I rest my case.
I am bitterly, bitterly disappointed.
“You do not wake up the day after reading that letter and feel good about your life,” Stu said.
” I will say this, though: So many people that I know, so many need that letter written to them. So many people that I know need somebody to step up in their lives and give them that message. It doesn’t have to have mom written as ‘Mum.’ It doesn’t have to have all the fancy language, but it needs that general point. So many people need to learn ‑‑ I mean, and we’ve seen this with this last election. How else could that happen if so many people didn’t need that message? There’s no way Barack Obama wins a first term, let alone a second term, if that isn’t the case.”
“I mean, what needs to happen ‑‑ what needs to happen is this letter needs to come from our Founding Fathers. One of our Founding Fathers needs to somehow get up out of the grave and start writing. I mean, I don’t know, get a Facebook page, tweet us in 140 characters or less. It’s tough to get into ‑‑ it’s a long letter. So it might be tough to fit in 140 characters. But man, we need someone like Sam Adams. You know, you need to crack open a beer and instead Sam Adams floats out like a Genie and he needs to give us that message. Because if that doesn’t describe how screwed up we’ve become, I don’t know what does, man.”