Letters to the Editor
SirPhilip
Published Letters: 10
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Bias?
[Read the article: Repeal the Second Amendment]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Congratulations, you scored a free registration for Salon. I'm used to some of the best news editorials anywhere, and was taken aback by this one. First off, it is simply an opinion - that's fine, but being that it is on Salon, I'd like to well, be informed, and this is just a repetition of the same falsehood used every time the news sensationalizes a shooting. While I'm open to any sensible form of firearms laws, you did not, in any way, tell us why:
1) The reasoning behind repealing or restricting firearms from civilian use would prevent these events.
2) How waving a magic wand and eliminating all legally obtainable firearms would have affected the outcome or casualties.
3) How even having restriction forms would have prevented the event.
4) How firearms are somehow the enabling factor here; he could just as well ran them over with an SUV during when assembled outside. Spree killers tend to not be very smart.
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A Colorful Italian Entree For Thought..
[Read the article: A cause they've long ago forgotten]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]What can I say, this is Paglia's editorial quality to provoke serious thought in top form. She continues to make us Italian Americans proud. Rock on!
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The Least Satisfying Five Minute Fling My Spirit Ever Had On Salon..
[Read the article: The best-laid plans]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]He's right. I clicked my Calender ready to laugh, was it April 1'st already? No it wasn't. Salon's editorials are a daily ritual, this is a gourmet supermarket for food for thought, and we are never charged, and this is fair to say: Salon has never insulted us but in this borish, asinine and totally uninteresting front page article, they've dropped the ball on their laurels this week. Can anything in a single article, convince a first time reader a Premium subscription is a sham so effectively?
Consider editor, three things that simply do not exist here: insightfulness, topical relevance, thought provocativeness to conceivably anyone. It's like the least eventful episode of Sex & The City with a dollup of malaise. She's selling a book that apparently the same Java paragraph generator was used to author also.
So basically you are a case of human insipidness that transcends gender and whose attempts at base human intimacy are a mockery; a rare occurrence to be sure, much like sociopathy but not - you'll be informed by others also - remotely worth anyone's time reading or thinking about. Hindsight is an important faculty, it would tell you if you possessed it for instance, explaining at length what psychologically healthy individuals know instinctively as a confounding mystery, and solved by dice throws of tacky would irritate for perfectly valid reasons.
Considering all this, and the financially lucrative careers available for the shallow and colorless, you chose the life of a writer. Except writing is half a creative profession, driven by personal communication skills and sustained by appreciation of hallmarks: constructive insight, whimsical and ironic associations, and the reward of intimately relating to others. Everything in short you pointlessly reveled in here you fundamentally lack, and what lacks in this regard more than any I've ever seen on Salon.
You got your point across.
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A Cursory Smackdown
[Read the article: The best-laid plans]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]"why is everyone so angry at the writer? it is well-written. say what you want about the topic but don't assume you know her whole life story from a short essay."
It looks well written because you never graduated second grade. See how relativity works?
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It Could Only Be Well Sold..
[Read the article: The best-laid plans]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]"So stop reading if you don't like it. It's a nice story, well told."
Can I sell you my upcoming book, The Litterbox Equation. It contains cutting edge adventure that involves my ex leaving her cat at my place that only relieves itself in exclusive litterboxes sold in Beverly Hills. Highlights include me visiting several exclusive pets stores, each featuring a swearing parrot at the entrance, my cars' automatic window getting stuck as it rains, the cat continuing to defiantly crap on the carpet when the bathroom isn't color coordinated - I devote 100 pages to this particular part as I can't decide whether to recolor the bathroom than find another litterbox.
Ir $24.95.
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I'm Not That Innocent!
[Read the article: The best-laid plans]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]"This girl is a CLASS ACT. The ones pissing and moaning about her can go scratch."
Does anyone here find it remotely 'classy' when a sexually stunted female dons the tacky and repulsive affects of a prostitute to 'figure out' how to experience her own sexuality.
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Sealing The Deal
[Read the article: The best-laid plans]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]"How about something juicy next time from a woman or a man who hasn't lead a formulaic life and who knows how to seal the deal?"
'The Litterbox Equation' is the unrelenting experience you are after then.
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The Coffee Equation
[Read the article: The best-laid plans]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]"The animosity probably IS a class and gender thing. The last time I remembered such venom was among catty high school girls. Maybe some of us cherish innocence."
The vast majority of us however, like a thoughtfully made latte, cherish a fine blend of entertainment and sincerity and only garnished with whip cream and syrup. Of course a little more never ruins it, but use real coffee beans.
Sloane has made a weak latte using Sanka, skim milk and five tablespoons of Splenda that nobody ordered, and the consensus is it probably doesn't belong featured above the steamed milk in bright letters..
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The Litterbox Effect
[Read the article: The best-laid plans]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Fine.
I'll write MY story and send it in to Salon. It'll beat this one flat. Sweet, bittersweet, and horrific by turns. Men will shake their heads. Women will cry. Poets will wonder. The blind will see. Unicorns will shyly wander up and lay their heads in your lap.
And it won't be fiction.
My ex's cat will end you.