Letters to the Editor
Peter Paul
Published Letters: 48 Editor's Choice: 1
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One Invisible Hand under God
[Read the article: Voters freaked about economy]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]...I still don't understand how we can spend money we don't have and expect to come out in the end with a healthy economy. Cut taxes, increase spending...
-- gezelligtexas
I don't understand either, but I think it has something to do with the magic performed by the invisible hand of free market capitalism, the magic being some slight of hand that allows Bush and his cronies to loot the treasury and stripmine the country of its wealth.
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Just a troll
[Read the article: I'm in my 20s, but Wii Fit thinks I'm middle-aged!]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]@Electro
Are you saying I'm the big fat lumpy load, or are you talking to someone else? If it's me, I wonder why you think that.
-- Farhad Manjoo
That's just one of Salon's resident trolls. No need to dignify his post with a response. Besides, you made it clear in your article that you're underweight, not overweight.
Now, it's time for my nightly exercise - gotta go outside for a quick smoke.
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Vulva Bicycle Taxi
[Read the article: Your fuel efficiency is so hot]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]My vehicle of choice is the Vulva Bicycle Taxi, discussed in your previous post. And, I'm pleased to announce, women just can't resist a man who rides the Vulva Bicycle Taxi. Hmm...why does that sound like the title of a bad, pulp fiction, erotic novel?
Is it more correct to say, 'women can't resist a man who rides a Vulva Bicycle Taxi, or drives a Vulva Bicycle Taxi? I mean "drive" sounds inherently sexist. But "ride" sounds too passive, as if the man of the 21st Century were too lazy to actually make an effort, beyond that minimal effort implied by "ride". And, when you get right down to it, what could be more offensive to women than a man whose only goal in life is to locate the precise lower limit of effort required to achieve the minimal effort plateau?
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Iraq and a hard place
[Read the article: John McCain then and now]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]McCain really is stuck between a rock and a hard place. It's his last chance to be president, so he cannot sit out this election. On one side, he has the remaining Republican base, a base whose votes he desparately needs to have a reasonable chance of being elected. But most of the reasonable Republicans have fled the party, leaving a radical base of neocons, wingnut evangelicals, racists, bigots and such. So, he in turn must ingratiate himself to the base by vocalizing agreement with radical policies and positions. On the other side he has the more centrist independents. To woo the independents in sufficient numbers to achieve electoral victory, he must tone down his rhetoric. He must convince folks in the heartland he is the mythical regular man who you'd want to have a beer and a shot with, while sitting on barstools facing one of those scenic Hamms beer signs (like this one: http://wesclark.com/am/our_hamms_sign.jpg), as a low silky voice croons, 'from the land of sky blue waters (wa-ah-ters)...Hamms, the beer refreshing...Hamms, the beer refreshing...Hamms...' But if he deviates too much from the policies favored by the radical base he risks displeasing the base, thus demotivating them, ensuring they will stay home in droves on election night, leading to an inevitable Obama victory. And we haven't even mentioned the war in Iraq.
So you see, McCain really is stuck between Iraq and a hard place.
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In the heat of the night
[Read the article: Hard drive]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Why is it, unlike most mammals, human females don't go into heat?
You've obviously never been to a crowded night club on a Friday night.
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hmm...
[Read the article: "The Love Guru"]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]they should make a movie out of Sprockets -- John Anderson
Now is the time on Salon when we dance!
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Monkey business
[Read the article: "The Love Guru"]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Touch my monkey. Touch him! Love him! Liebe meine abst-monkey! You disturb me to the point of insanity. There. I am insane now.
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@timbuktom
[Read the article: The amazing Josh Hamilton]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I have missed 38 years. I was a good high school football player...
I took a look at the Grand Rapids Community College Raiders, a good community college team.
Next year, I will enroll in a community college, either in Grand Rapids or Detroit, depending upon where I live next year, and I will try to play. In high school, I was a pretty good skinny center. I weigh more now, about 185.
-- timbuktom
Don't let people discourage you, timbuktom. Community College football programs are suffering from a nation wide shortage of 55 year-old, 185 lb centers to anchor their offensive lines. As an added bonus, you'll probably be the only player old enough to legally buy beer. Hell, you'll probably be 25 years older than the head coach. At halftime, you can sit on a bench in the locker room and dispense grandfatherly advice about what football was like when everyone wore leather helmets.
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beer memories
[Read the article: The rise and fall of an American beer]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I must admit Bud is not the worst beer I've ever drank. That dubious honor belongs to an infamous upper midwestern beer named Buckhorn.
Back in the late 1970s Buckhorn was the cheapest beer in the liquor store, cheaper than Falstaff. But Buckhorn was an indescribably foul tasting beer, foul tasting enough to make you wish like hell you'd forked over the extra 75 cents for a case of Falstaff, after choking down the first can of Buckhorn. The after taste was so putrid that even 30 years later the memory of it makes me cringe.
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Odd little coincidence
[Read the article: Knowing me, knowing ABBA]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]On ABC's "Hopkins" last night, one of the surgeons googles the lyrics for Abba's "Dancing Queen". First, the surgeon asks one of the patients whether he remembers "Dancing Queen." The patient replies that, yes, he knows which song the surgeon is referring to, but he, the patient, can only recall bits and pieces of it. That is a pretty good indication of the extent of the band’s cultural penetration.
Upon reading the lyrics for "Dancing Queen," I agree with the author. The lyrics do sound as if they were written by someone for whom English is a 2nd language. For example:
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in [sic] the Dancing Queen
Yeah. The lyrics are unhip, but you can't help but admire a band that doesn't care whether you think they are hip or not.