Letters to the Editor
Garry Owen
Published Letters: 2821 Editor's Choice: 151
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Shoe Shopping in New York
[Read the article: A little love for Condi]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]While thousands of people, predominently black people, in New Orleans were fighting for their very lives, people who lost everything they owned, Rice went shopping at Ferragamo on Fifth Avenue in New York. It's reported that she bought several thousand dollars' worth of shoes. She went to see Broadway shows. She pecked at her plate in $100 dollar entree restaurants while the wretched of New Orleans begged for a bottles of water and MREs.
She knew what was going on down there. It was 24/7 coverage on CNN and every other news channel. Yet, she didn't stop. She went right on shopping, eating and being entertained in lavish style.
There are some who will say that the job of Secretary of State has nothing to do with a domestic natural disaster, but that's beside the point. She was a government official at a time of great national distress, and she did not even have the common sense to comprehend how foolish she made herself. A black Marie Antoinette.
The fact that it never occured to her to put down her silver fork and cut her vacation short to at least be seen as giving some support to the hurricane victims tells all you need to know about what goes on in her doll-like head.
It's that same vacuous, glazed-eyed detatchment that she displayed as she insisted before Congress "I don't think anybody could have predicted that they would try to use an airplane as a missile, a hijacked airplane as a missile." When in fact, she had read and filed away just such reports early in her tenure.
Condolezza Rice is a prop, another incompetent Republican apparatchik hoisted to a position of power beyond her abilities waiting patiently for her Medal of Freedom.
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Well then, Jackie, who do you want?
[Read the article: Online gamblers bet that Gore's gaining on Clinton]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Offer up your recommendation or shut up.
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One if by air, twenty if by sea
[Read the article: When does the bombing begin?]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]It's the question nobody ever thinks to ask: Why worry about one crappy rocket that may or may not be able to hit the side of a barn, much less cross the north Pacific and take out Anchorage (to what purpose I don't know) when North Korea's sawed off little wanker could easily put fifty dirty bombs in cargo containers on ships and they'd sail right into the ports of Los Angeles, San Francisco and Seattle and render those harbors radioactive for decades.
See, this is all about scaring the crap out of the American people again.
We really truly are in danger of North Korean nukes, but if they want to start a war, they don't need an ICBM to do it.
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Just when I was beginning to like you
[Read the article: Online gamblers bet that Gore's gaining on Clinton]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Ah, shaddap! How's that.
And spell my name right next time.
I don't believe I was addressing you. It's better not to answer when somebody hollars "Jerk!"
I'm damned mad! I've run out of patience with mewling, puking Democrats who don't like anybody except Amy Goodman or some snot-nosed PETA radical with zero chance of winning.
An old guy and a young guy are out crab fishing. The kid pulls in the first crab and the old guy says "that crab's a Republican, put him in the bucket with the lid on it."
The kid hauls in another crab and the old man says, "that crab's a Democrat, put him in the bucket without the lid."
Soon both crab buckets are nearly full, when the kid thinks to ask the old man, "How come the Republican crabs have a lid on their bucket, and the Democrat crabs don't?"
"Easy," says the old man. "The Republican crabs will try to help each other climb out of the bucket and get away, but the Democrat crabs will keep pulling each other down until we boil 'em up for dinner!"
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Go read your teleprompter and stop...as you well know, trying to act like you have a brain
[Read the article: The only thing we did was right was the day we started to fight]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]"There is a whole school of thought, as you well know, that says that musicians -- I mean you see it with the Dixie Chicks -- you know, go play your music and stop."
Now that right there just shows you how fucked-up these dimwit hairdos are.
And that right there is what makes me wish that for just one moment I could reach through a TV screen and snatch clumps of hair from her stupid head and yell in her ear loud enough to make her go deaf: "You are too STUPID TO BE ON TELEVISION!"
Let's dissect this editorial statement of hers, framed as a question:
"There's a WHOLE SCHOOL OF THOUGHT" out there about this topic. Wow! A WHOLE SCHOOL of it! Really? I know there are "Schools of Thought" about quantum physics. I know there are "Schools of Thought" about global economics. I know there are "Schools of Thought" about comparative religion. I know there are "Schools of Thought" about philosophy. There are "Schools of Thought" about renaissance architecture.
But only in the grape-sized brain of a Soledad-O'freakin'- Brian could there be a WHOLE SCHOOL OF THOUGHT about an incoherent, incomplete sentence alluding to "I mean you see it with the Dixie Chicks -- you know ..."
You see what with the Dixie Chicks, Sole-dumb?
You mean, you see how if you speak your mind in this "free" country of ours you'll get death threats against your family? Is that what you mean, you frickin' idiot?
Go play your music and stop? Stop what? Stop thinking, like you? I guess Sole-dumb has perfected that particular "School of Thought."
Go read your teleprompter and stop...as you well know, trying to act like you have a brain.
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Soledad O'Brainless
[Read the article: The only thing we did was right was the day we started to fight]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I thought I'd coin that name before somebody else beat me to it.