Letters to the Editor
Bukk63
Published Letters: 567 Editor's Choice: 63
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I have to wonder why I subscribe anymore.
[Read the article: Introducing Salon's cheeky new women's blog]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Between this dreck, the sex doll story, and the brain-dead science coverage, I have to wonder why I should bother to renew my subscription when it comes up again.
Salon, what's happened to you?
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Fight, fight, fight
[Read the article: Alito, the nuclear option and the Democrats' thin hopes]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]The Democrats need to fight, and fight hard. I doubt they can win against Alito, but if they go balls to the wall and fight this one out, win or lose, I think they have a better chance of winning down the line -- in 2006 and 2008. If they puppy out, as is their wont, I believe we'll see further party-breaking defections from disgusted voters tired of seeing their interests compromised by callow Democrats.
Bottom line, if I don't vote for Democrats, Republicans win. But if I do vote for Democrats and they don't fight the Republicans, I might as well have not voted for them. Democrats need to show some backbone, or I'll go back to being an ineffectual Green. The net result will be the same, but at least I'll be voting for someone with integrity.
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Second, or third, or fifth...
[Read the article: Laguna biatch]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]...To wonder, first, why I started reading it, and second, why I read to the end, and third, why I am now commenting on it.
Basically, to make sure I'm getting this, we're instructed to admire her for her most likely unconscious "perspective," despite the fact that she's a turbo bitch? Should I hope that my own daughter, roughly Kristin's age, is able to shit on everyone around her and celebrate her personal cruelty, but, hey, not sweat the small stuff?
Sounds, uh, great.
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Pack of Syphilitic Howler Monkeys
[Read the article: King Kaufman's Sports Daily]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I am sorry that I got caught by my boss reading King Kaufman's Sports Daily due to the fact that I emitted loud barking laughter over numerous phrases, including "pack of syphilitic howler monkeys." I deeply apologize for the fact that I am not supposed to be reading King's column during the work day. I regret any distress my reprimand may have caused myself.
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Actually...
[Read the article: King Kaufman's Sports Daily]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]They do make headcheese outa heads . . . but I still agree about the placekicking.
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Well, now I'm blushing...
[Read the article: King Kaufman's Sports Daily]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]...since I didn't get the joke, but I have to admit that saying "it has the word 'cheese' in it but it isn't made of cheese," wouldn't have been nearly as funny as the joke I didn't get the first time around.
As for soccer vs. baseball vs. whatever, I'm reminded of a trip to Toronto I made a few years back. I arrived early one Thursday morning to discover that my meeting was pushed back to Friday. Suddenly with a day on my hands, I cast about for something to do and discovered a Business Day special at the dome. I bought a ticket from a scalper and sat 10 rows up on the third base side, and watched a fun game. Blue Jays beat the Orioles 3-2 on a ninth inning homer by Joe Carter that almost went into one of those hotel rooms or whatever they are in the outfield.
I caught a cab back to my hotel, which was out by the airport, and found myself in highway gridlock for over an hour. No biggie. I had nowhere I had to be. Except for one thing. My cabbie was a soccer fan.
He asked where I'd been and I mentioned the ball game. He then spent the next 45 minutes explaining what a degenerate I was because I liked baseball. Only soccer is a true sport. Only soccer has virtue. Only through soccer can I find my way to nirvana. By watching baseball I was participating in a debased culture and would surely soon find myself committing crimes or ravishing virgins. The fellow even tried to sell me a book about soccer, in hopes of achieving my salvation. It was worse than being pinned down by a Hare Krishna or a Scientologist.
And I was stuck in the middle of what felt like a dozen lanes of traffic. For what felt like one million years.
So, King, please make as many jokes about soccer as you like. I got yer back.
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T.O.'s Contract and King
[Read the article: The year in sports]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]King has always talked about T.O.'s contract the same way -- it's not that he wanted to renegotiate it, but that he was a raving ass about the way he went about it. There are not enough cheap shots in the universe to satisfy the karma debt T.O. owes.
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The Best?
[Read the article: The year in sports]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Indeed, Spike, T.O. really showed us where being the best arrogant, self-absorbed prick gets you. What happened to him this year should happen more often.
I don't care how good he is at catching footballs. His skill on the football field doesn't grant him, or anyone, the right to be an ill-mannered lout. He can choose to be an ill-mannered lout, as any of us can. Those who put catching footballs above human decency will tolerate or even celebrate his poor behavior. But that doesn't excuse it.
A dick is a dick, no matter how well he performs on the job.
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I admit I could have missed it . . .
[Read the article: I was conned by JT Leroy]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]. . . but who is the "he" you were talking to?
If the public face of "JT" was a woman and the writer of the stories was a woman, then with whom were you talking on the phone? The husband of the public face?
I confess that I'm not terribly compelled by the story of this, and probably glossed over the crucial attribution, if it was there. I guess I'm just interested enough to wonder who the "he" turned out to actually be.
Of course, what I don't know is if I will be interested enough to come back and see if anyone attempted to either enlighten or denigrate me for asking.