Gone to Canada
(And Taking Our Suspenders)
I am so tired of your paper's knee-jerk, fuzzy-headed, yogurt-eating, suspender-wearing, tree-hugging liberal bias. I want to scream! I refer specifically to your cartoon about our dropping the atomic bomb on Hiroshima ["This Modern World," by Tom Tomorrow, August 3]. So let's get some facts straight:
Are you aware that more than 1,100 men onboard the USS Arizona never made it home to their parents, wives and children? They are still there today, over half a century later, 40 feet below the harbor. Have you heard of the rape of China by the Japanese? What about the Bataan Death March, where the sadistic and heinous acts committed against allied POWs were in violation of the Geneva Convention? I can assure you, it equaled anything and everything the Germans were doing on the other side of the planet. My grandfather survived it, and if he hadn't, I wouldn't be here today.
Are you aware that the cost of invading Japan would have produced well over a million allied and Japanese casualties combined? We didn't start that war, but by God we were able to finish it. Blood was spilled so that you and your ilk can spout your empty, brain-dead, warped logic.
How can you compare the world of 1945 to 1995? A great man once said, "Freedom isn't free."
I've served this country, patrolled the East German border during the Cold War and would take up arms at a moment's notice when and if she was ever threatened again. You would probably run to Canada. No, I am not a member of the NRA, or the Michigan Militia. I do not own a firearm, and I am not looking for ATF agents hiding under the bed or closet. You have some nerve accusing conservatives of rewriting history.
Liberalism is basically gutless, so I'm betting on this letter never making it to print. Prove me wrong.
Editor's reply: Okay, you're wrong.
The Unexamined Life
Your article "Bad Moon Rising" [by Tim Fleck and Bonnie Gangelhoff, August 10] was critical of the sports reporting community, suggesting that perhaps Moon was treated better than he might have deserved. If this is so, one wonders where the Houston Press was as well. Perhaps a look inward is in order, too.
A Whoel is Better Than Half
Re: "Arte Pblico Protests" and "ethnic credentialing" [Letters, July 27]: Even a Hispanic knows that a whole is better than a half. Hmm ... how many halves does it take to cover "the Hispanic beat" in Houston?
Being the fastest growing minority in the state should warrant a whole, don't you think? Maybe a few wholes.
As a faithful reader of the Houston Post for 22 years, its demise caused withdrawal pains, especially with the loss of Molly and Juan. But the loss quickly faded as I realized that, with NPR radio news, The MacNeil/Lehrer NewsHour, The Nightly Business Report and The Economist, I didn't need to read the daily paper for national or world news. In fact, not reading it would give me more time for other reading and minimize my print media exposure to irritating words like Congress, Newt, Dole, Clinton, Republican, Democrat, Radical Right, Serb, Bosnia, O.J.
So I implemented the following regimen, and it's working beautifully. I buy only the Sunday Chronicle for the next week's TV guide and a smattering of local news (sometimes, when I feel I have the time, I also get the Sunday New York Times and read it over the next several days). The Economist usually arrives on Mondays, and I start reading that, which pretty well lasts me till midweek. Then our free alternative weeklies start to appear: the Press on Thursday and the Montrose community papers in the next couple of days. By Sunday, I'm ready to start the cycle again. My blood pressure is down and I even have time to read books about important topics which are hardly covered, except for sensationalism, by the commercial sound-bite or print-bite media. Thanks to the Press for helping make this operation work.
John W. Kellett
Stripping Away the Hypocrisy?
Isn't it a little hypocritical for the Houston Press to accept advertisements for female strip clubs if the Press truly believes the liberalism it espouses?
Seems to me, these clubs only degrade and humiliate women.
But I guess it is okay if you only practice "selective" political correctness.
John L. Anders Jr.
Editor's reply: Despite the previous letter from Mr. Paul Allen, we try to go out of our way to avoid being "politically correct" or espousing any particular ideology. Now, Mr. Anders, you've gone and made us feel like abject failures. Got a hankie?
I am responding to "Devilish Diagnosis" by Bonnie Gangelhoff [July 6] and to Pat Crawford's letter "You Must Remember This" [August 10].
I am not convinced, as was Crawford, that Gangelhoff's article regarding Dr. Judith Peterson was "sensitive and revealing." However, if I were a plaintiff I think I'd find the Gangelhoff article very helpful.
I suspect that there's a lot more to this story. Dr. Peterson is obviously not in a position to reply to these charges, yet the plaintiffs and their attorneys have a vested interest in presenting their cases in a favorable light. Texas attorneys have solicited these cases; therefore, these cases must be very lucrative.
Gangelhoff's article barely touched the surface. I'll wager top dollar that had she completed a thorough investigation of the plaintiffs' claims, Gangelhoff would have discovered histories of confirmed abuse, suicidality and institutionalization prior to their contacts with Peterson.
Those Boorish Bananas
I had not planned to comment on how pleased I was to see that Banana Blender Surprise was not nominated for anything in your Music Awards until I read Andrea Greer's letter to the Press ["No Surprise Here," July 27].
I have only seen this band once, and not by choice. They were the opening act for NRBQ at Rockefeller's several months ago. I am a big NRBQ fan, and my boyfriend and I haunted the Rockefeller's box office daily until the tickets for the show finally went on sale. We wanted to make sure we got the best seats possible for the show; indeed, we were the first to purchase tickets.
We endured Banana Blender Surprise's act, as awful as it was, to receive the payoff of NRBQ. The Bananas had their sound mixed up way too high, so if there were any redeeming qualities in the lyrics, there was no way of knowing it. They were loud, boring and obnoxious. Ms. Greer even described the obnoxious part in her fawning letter; I do not consider the ability to wolf down a Moon Pie, play "lookies" (sticking the tongue out with the mouth open to display chewed, unswallowed food) and chug down cans of RC Cola -- all while groaning and screaming -- to be a display of any kind of musical talent or entertainment.
The only people out on the dance floor, contrary to Ms. Greer's description of throngs merrily boogying away, were a few early twentysomethings (I suspect some were sub-20 and carrying fake ID) who were obviously with the Bananas' entourage.
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When NRBQ took the stage, several of the Bananas and their entourage stood directly in front of the stage, which meant they were directly in front of us. We had paid $28 each for these tickets, and had made a point of buying tickets early for primo seats. Not only were the Bananas rude to those who actually paid money for their tickets, but they were far more rude to their alleged idols, NRBQ, for some of the Bananas and their pals had T-shirts which had their band name emblazoned in huge lettering across the back.
How boorish to try and upstage the band you just opened for! And how oafish to deny the paying audience the opportunity to completely enjoy that band! The Bananas undoubtedly got to shake hands with the NRBQ members backstage and tell them what great fans they were, an opportunity those in the audience did not have. Finally, enough audience members complained to warrant the management requesting them to move.
As far as I am concerned, the members of Banana Blender Surprise have no talent and no manners. When I noted in an ad for the Satellite Lounge that they would be playing their "farewell gig," I sighed with relief, since they would no longer be around to be a blot on the Houston music scene, and even (horrors!) open up for some band that I've paid money to see. Good riddance, and hooray for the Press for not nominating these louts.