The Minutemen and Terrorism
We're a target: I'm amazed that so many people get upset over the Minutemen watching our borders ["At the Ready," by Keith Plocek, August 18]. When did "watching" become such a bad thing? I suppose that the same critics also decry the "Neighborhood Watch" program.
What we have is born-and-bred Americans on private property legally observing foreign lawbreakers. Can't the naysayers see that our border is a sieve that will allow our city to be a target for terrorists? Our government won't do its job to protect us from this very real threat. To disagree is to close one's eyes to the alarming truth. It would take only a few people with a dirty bomb to change our world forever.
Sure, most of these illegals are hardworking folks. But our laws are in place for a reason, mainly to protect the people of this country.
We should also call it like it is; these are not undocumented workers or migrants. These are illegal aliens. Softening the words doesn't change a thing.
The Minutemen are not going to save us from anything. Hopefully, they'll goad our representatives in Washington into doing their sworn duty: protecting the people of this country.
Border security's a joke: I have just one point to make about Keith Plocek's article. I'm not especially sympathetic to the Minutemen or their cause. As far as I'm concerned, if Mexicans want to come north to America to make a better life for themselves, let them come. For generations, immigrants have enriched American society by working hard and fighting for their piece of the American dream. I don't think the Mexican immigrants in the recent wave are any different.
But the Minutemen are right about one thing: U.S. border security is a joke. Now, if we could be sure that the only people coming in were industrious Mexicans and others seeking work and a better life, there wouldn't be a problem. We can't be sure of that, though.
As the UK newspaper The Telegraph reported last August, 77 males of "Middle Eastern descent" were apprehended by border guards in June 2004 coming across the border from Mexico into Arizona. None of them spoke Spanish. Though The Telegraph didn't say whether any of these guys were on terrorist watch lists, it would hardly be surprising if they were.
The moral of this story: Unless we tighten up border security, someday someone might slip through who's interested in something other than making a better life for himself or herself. That's worth thinking about.
Hard pitch: Great article on TCM ["Fool's Gold," by Craig Malisow, August 25]. When I saw them almost a year ago, they were BH Careers. They presented themselves as a retained-search firm and asked me to come in to discuss a few opportunities they had. The salesman was the polished tennis-pro type described in your article. The pitch was hard and inside. And I did not pay. I'm afraid that I cannot find the business card of my "vice president," but I suppose I realized back then it was not a contact worth keeping.
Amazing story: I just want to thank you for this story. I didn't want to believe what I was reading. I verify every company on the Better Business Bureau Web site before I contact them, because of incidences such as these. And I'd be the first to report any complaints to the BBB to protect others. Amazing story -- well written, very detailed and informative. All I could say was wow after reading it. Thank you.
Name withheld by request
Bonkers for Burgers
Bonkers for Burgers
Wait a second: Robb Walsh telling readers about burgers ["Texas Burger Binge," August 25]? Come on, Robb Walsh only gives good reviews to restaurants owned by liberal Democrats.
Two you forgot: I really enjoyed your article on the state of the Texas burger. Fortunately, I've been to many of the places you mentioned, and I plan to seek out the places I haven't been to yet. While I'm sure you've received your fair share of mail regarding omissions from your list, I must, as a self-proclaimed connoisseur of burgers, express my disappointment about your failure to mention two places that I feel offer among the best burgers in Houston: 1) Otto's on Memorial, which features the fantastic OSB ("Otto's super burger"); and 2) Bellaire Broiler Burger, a Houston institution if there ever was one. Again, great article.
One special burger: I loved your burger article, and having partaken of nine of the 18, I will now make it my mission to try the others you recommend. In fact, I have recommended the Lankford Grocery bacon cheeseburger to many people. However, for some reason you left off the "special" at Bellaire Broiler Burger on Bellaire between Chimney Rock and Rice. (They also have -- but I do not recommend -- a burger with cut-up hot dog on top). I can only assume you have not tried the special. That burger ranks No. 1 on most local burger aficionados' lists. To my taste, and that of most of my burger-fan friends, it ranks above the burgers at Goode Co., Pappas, Miller's Cafe and all of the chains. It also has ranked very well in other surveys. If you try it and do not believe it should be on the list, I will be very surprised.
Thanks again for the great article. The Press is making the rounds at this office with your survey. I look forward to a steak article.
The Beef Goes On
What garbage: To print something like this in a newspaper is truly astonishing ["Past Its Prime," by Robb Walsh, August 11]. What does Edd Hendee have to do with Jon Matthews? Walsh's review might have had some relevance if it were not for the last paragraphs. His unwarranted comments make one think that he made the trip to Taste of Texas just to be able to write such garbage (and I do mean garbage). He is an intellectual midget.
Life: Responding to the August 18 letter "Tasteless," I'm inclined to say something cruel, like "Get a life." But to him and other people whining about "just focusing on the plate of food," I'll abbreviate my message: life. There is a life to every restaurant that demands description and elaboration. No decent restaurant review draws the boundary at the plate, or even the table. Unless you wear blinders, or are an alien suddenly plunked down from above, there is a context to every restaurant: other diners, the place's history and expectations, the fact that the owners are nudists, whatever. To overlook the context is simply moronic. If you want meaningless babble about what others think, hit the Internet. You'll find dummies describing food in bad prose, recalling something they ate a while back, with scant knowledge about anything relevant. They might even stray from your concept of taste to disparage a waitress's mustache or a life-size David carved from soap. How tasteless, how outrageous!
Name withheld by request
No more fretting: I was overjoyed to hear that John Lomax has finally affixed his all-important stamp of approval on Green Day after all these years [Playbill, August 18].
I had been lying awake nights fretting over the fact that this "music critic" and his (ahem) girlfriend had problems with the band up until its recently released American Idiot album. Now I can live in peace.
I mean, a man like Lomax, who apparently forms his professional and expert opinions about a band based solely on the Top 40 hits he hears on corporate radio, or how many times their videos are played on MTV, must be an expert, right? Thank God he finally approves.
A word of advice to the Houston Press: Get a real music critic so poor John doesn't have to watch his beloved MTV at 7:30 a.m.
As an unemployed music critic, John could gain valuable insight into all kinds of bands being played on KRBE, and he could have his MTV till his brains finished leaking out his ears.
It'd be best for everyone involved.
Enlightened and concerned reader
Because of an editing error, "Texas Burger Binge" (by Robb Walsh, August 25) incorrectly stated that anyone who eats a "mega Mel" at Mel's Country Cafe in under two hours gets the burger for free. In fact, the eater's name goes on the restaurant's Wall of Fame.
The Houston Press regrets the error.
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