…however, we all have ethical obligations to our society and nation, and however revolting they may be, we may be required to make difficult choices, accepting our responsibility and, ultimately, accountability. Fleeing out of anger, despair, disappointment, confusion or fear is a breach of the duties of citizenship and community, and is unethical.
Fleeing to the Afterlife, moreover, is almost as bad as fleeing to Canada.
But seriously folks, I appreciate the parting shot engineered by Mrs. Noland’s family, one hopes with her consent and approval, and it gave me a good laugh.
The story isn’t, as some assumed, a hoax. Here, courtesy of Snopes, is the entire obituary, published in The Richmond Dispatch yesterday:
NOLAND, Mary Anne Alfriend. Faced with the prospect of voting for either Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton, Mary Anne Noland of Richmond chose, instead, to pass into the eternal love of God on Sunday, May 15, 2016, at the age of 68. Born in Danville, Va., Mary Anne was a graduate of Douglas Freeman High School (1966) and the University of Virginia School of Nursing (1970). A faithful child of God, Mary Anne devoted her life to sharing the love she received from Christ with all whose lives she touched as a wife, mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, friend and nurse. Mary Anne was predeceased by her father, Kyle T. Alfriend Jr. and Esther G. Alfriend of Richmond. She is survived by her husband, Jim; sister, Esther; and brothers, Terry (Bonnie) and Mac (Carole). She was a mother to three sons, Jake (Stormy), Josh (Amy) and David (Katie); and she was “Grammy” to 10 beloved grandchildren.
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This is a little drastic. All and all I think becoming a Canadian citizen or moving to Australia might have been a better choice.
I think the tryptich needs to be revised a bit. Perhaps put in Trump Tower and a scene of the upcoming Democratic convention with Hillary being crowned with her cronies dancing around her and Sanders followers outside with picket signs raising their fists.
I see that I’ve gotten you fixated on Bosch…
We want like… six… maybe seven of you guys, tops. The ones who can handle Canadian beer and won’t bitch to us about where people pee. Lena Dunham needs not apply.
I happen to be a MAJOR fan of Moosehead.
Enlighten us on the where to pee part. What am I missing down here in the States?