And now you tell me that one of the things we will punish them for is exercising their freedom of speech? Thanks for the story!
James Carey is a typical loser at life. He blames the Bureau of Prisons for his failure to be a decent human being. He deserves to rot in jail. He made his bed, now he's sleeping in it.
Shut up, Carey--nobody cares about you and your wasted life!
Name withheld on request
Fights Out, No One Home
Regarding Eric Dexheimer's "Curses on Both Houses," in the July 10 issue:
The Quigleys and Aronsons have proven themselves "two households, both alike in dignity"--or in other words, without any dignity. Their idiotic, pointless arguments prove that people can find anything to argue about, whether it's their dogs or kids. The profanity displayed by their lawyers hasn't helped matters, either. Hopefully the families can put this behind them.
In your July 17 Off Limits, you rightly ridiculed the Rocky Mountain News for slapping a black bar across a movie ad showing two men kissing.
On July 16 the News ran a lurid front-page headline on the Gianni Versace murder. The headline began: "Gay Serial Killer..." In contrast, the Denver Post saw no need to highlight the alleged killer's sexual persuasion.
Who's in charge at the News nowadays--Will Perkins?
Dropping the Ball
Regarding Bill Gallo's "Counting Stars," in the July 17 issue:
I am not a football fan, but I have gone to concerts at Mile High Stadium, and restroom space for women seems to be the only shortcoming to me. If football is so profitable for team owners that Mr. Bowlen wants a new stadium so he can be profitable (and competitive with other team owners), then there should be no problem with him finding non-taxpayer financing. I will not vote in favor to build any more sports arenas for professional teams. If new stadiums are so successful as money generators, then he and other team owners can surely finance their own stadiums or renovation of existing facilities.
If you wish to argue that taxpayers pay for other dubious projects, I can respond that I pick and choose when possible where my dollars go, both privately and as taxes.
Mark W. Milburn
Regarding Michael Sragow's "Muscle Bound," in the July 3 issue:
On July 13, I took my three-and-a-half-year-old son to see Hercules. Disney should be ashamed and parents should be aware. The loud and violent story had nothing to do with the classic tale of Hercules. I disagree with all the messages in Hercules, which represented many of the ills of our society as positive. A few of those messages: 1) a woman's strength comes from her ability to be sexually attractive, and she must sell this one attribute (see Meg and the female flying horse); 2) evil can be eradicated from earth as people are either all good or all evil (an obvious theme in many stories that contributes to people failing to understand the good and evil in themselves); 3) gods must have blond hair and blue eyes (Hercules's eyes turn green and his complexion dims when he turns mortal); 4) a man can only have the power of a god if he does not profess his love to another (to be with his love he must be a mortal, adding to the belief that strong men are separate from women and intimacy); and 5) a hero is one particular person building singular strength and acting alone as all others watch or hide.
After the movie, it took several hours to calm my son down. He only wanted to yell, kick and kill things--not activities we need more of. It is clear to me that the movie is a vehicle for merchandising. I suggest that another rating be used that will tell us that even though the movie is G, there is violence, sexism, etc. Disney should be able to rise above this sort of low-level so-called entertainment.
The Doctor Is In
I would like to commend Michael Roberts for continuing to be a champion of intelligent hip-hop ("Rooting Interest," July 17). The bright light that the Roots continually shine on what has become a gloomy rap community is something that is not only entertaining musically, but also important culturally. The Roots' ?uestlove knows the time. He realizes that braggadocio and posturing was fun in the Eighties but can turn deadly in the Nineties. Rap is slowly dying a creative death, with only a handful of producers causing the greatest number of casualties. Groups like the Roots act as medical saviors to the genre, continually reviving the ailing patient of hip-hop with an IV full of dope lyrics and funky instrumentals. "Paging Dr ?uestlove..."