When Schutze Talks
So lucky, aren't we: When Jim Schutze writes, Congress listens! ("Dear Congress," November 4.) Thanks to Tom DeLay's redistricting plan, Texas finally dumped those pesky powerbrokers in Congress who were always bringing federal dollars home for useless stuff like roads and bridges. With Pete Sessions in Congress, we Texans in the 32nd Congressional District can pay our taxes secure in the knowledge that our dollars will never come back here. We can happily pay for projects in other states, while our representative looks after our "values" by promoting anti-choice, homophobic constitutional amendments. Ah, the good old days of taxation without representation are back at last. How did we get so lucky?
Stoppard Making Sense
Got it: Elaine Liner writes that some of Stoppard's writing is "intentionally nonsensical," and as an example alludes to a line about "elephantine" being the opposite of "amnesiac" ("Acting on Assumptions," November 4).
This is not nonsense; it's a joke, the sort of play on words that Shakespeare makes frequently in his plays. If, as the saying goes, an elephant never forgets, then the opposite of "amnesiac" (forgetting everything) is "elephantine" (remembering everything). Get it?
God and Mammon
Bishop Jakes goes for gold: Have people in our society become so hurt inside that they don't know when they're being taken? I'm talking about these huge churches. Turn on the TV and listen to what they're saying. In my day--I was born in 1956--the church's purpose was to save your soul so you would one day see God. Well, their purpose is to tell you how rich God is going to make you if you sow the right seed. Brother [T.D.] Jakes (Full Frontal, October 14) calls it favor--that's all he talks about anymore.
When I first heard of him, he preached on life's issues: how not to let Satan take over your life, how to live right and how not to lose your soul. All he talks about now is money. I look at my dumb people sitting in that church, and I can't believe we're that dumb. I'm black, by the way. Get this: Brother Jakes tells us a story about how he and his wife had to wrap their babies in newspaper because they didn't have any money for diapers. He had to stay at church after morning service because he didn't have enough gas to go home and come back. He told of how a lady at the electric company laughed in his face after he asked for more time to pay his bill--how he cried on the way home but then it dawned on him God was with him, and everything would be OK. He had everybody in tears.
OK, now get this: There was a special church event that the members could attend. He said you can see people at the back to pay for the event after church. Then he said--but don't go back there talking about you want to pay something on it. Why not, Bishop? To hear him tell those sad stories, you'd think he understood people who might be short of money. I guess not. If you want to know how rich God can make you, go to The Potter's House--that's all Brother Jakes talks about. I feel sorry for black folk who are so hurt or down on themselves that they have to go hear bull crap from some minister. Well, he has a good thing going, but he'd better hope there is no God.
Rescue me: How sad that you would choose Steve Blow as your pick for Best Columnist in your otherwise excellent Best of Dallas issue (October 14)--Kinda Fair, Sorta Balanced (what a great theme). In the space of a few months, Blow wrote negative and critical articles about three animal rescue groups in this area--one of them, Operation Kindness, was also your pick for Best Place to Get a Pet in the same issue. Operation Kindness is indeed a wonderful organization, as is the Humane Society of Dallas County (Dog and Kitty City) and the Richardson Humane Society. All animal rescue organizations are run by good people who give their time, blood, sweat, money and lots of tears to help the helpless. None of them has time to deal with negative input from those who would not lift a finger to help an animal, let alone send a $5 donation to help care for one.
Not So Poor David's
Next time, stay awhile: I read your most recent review of Poor David's Pub's new location (in Get Out). It's clear from reading that instead of going inside and checking out the great new space, all your critic did was press their nose up against the window, squint and take a peek inside. Had they come in, they would not only have heard the same "low-key Texas tunes" but seen a completely updated Poor David's. The new sound and light systems are a dramatic improvement, parking isn't the hell it was on Greenville Avenue and I don't have to worry about being shot or stabbed on the way out like I do when I put on my body armor before heading to Deep Ellum. I'll be at Poor David's on December 11 for Kelly Willis and again on December 17 for Dick Dale, but I doubt I'll see your critic there. Next time tell them to come inside and have a seat. They won't find bellinis, but they'll hear some terrific music, Texas and otherwise.
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