Re: "The goatslayers" [March 26]. It's enough to make you sick! What an arrogant son of a bitch, this Jerry Jones. Of course, with a name like that, who'd-a thunk it!
When all other avenues of relocation have been been tried and exhausted, there may well be a need for a clean, humane cull of wild goat flocks, although they are quite easy to tame. But the accent is on the manner of its doing. Good marksmen who know what they are doing as opposed to these butchers can do the job with probably less stress than rounding up wild animals in order to euthanize them. Mankind no longer in his supposed humanity has to resort to these sorts of tactics.
I was particularly appalled at the pushing of some of the goats over the cliff. The last time I heard of this happening, it was done by dogs. The results were appalling and the screams terrible, as I imagine they were here. There is no need for this sadistic cruelty.
Thank you oh-so-much for having Radish in your newspaper ["The Butcher and the baby," March 19]! I used to live in Texas and got your newspaper, but now I live in Georgia, and a friend told me about the Radish article. Thanks a lot. They are such a great, amazing band with sincere, real people, and that's what we need these days: people who actually care. I think it'll be really cool if Joe [Butcher] joins Radish. An openly gay bassist would be cool; it'll help to open the eyes of the world. I know people could make cracks about him being in the band and "liking younger boys," but he said he doesn't, and whatever, man, his musical talents are what'll help make the music, not whether or not he's into guys or girls. So rock on, and thanks for writing about Radish in a mainly positive way...it's good to see new info out!
Art and money
Having just read two of Jimmy Fowler's recent pieces--"Deconstructing Richard" [January 29] and "Deal of the arts" [February 12]--I find it hard to believe that both were written by the same person. The former was an insightful, well-balanced article. Mr. Fowler obviously spent a great deal of time and energy interviewing not only Richard Hamburger, but several other arts professionals in Dallas. The latter, however, was shoddy journalism. What made Mr. Fowler decide to interview only one 500 Inc. grant recipient? One who, admittedly, has "an axe to grind"?
I have been involved in the Dallas arts scene for almost 15 years--from small groups like the Undermain Theatre to Shakespeare Festival of Dallas--and the amount of work involved in obtaining funding for the arts is truly staggering. For example, the requirements set forth by the Office of Cultural Affairs to obtain funding from the City of Dallas are unbelievable, but the funding the festival receives makes it worth the effort. As far as the events that The 500 Inc. requests its beneficiaries to attend, they allow arts funding (a far superior option to having to rely solely on voluminous application forms or, worse yet, the single letter asking for support). The Gala is designed as, first and foremost, a fund-raising event. The 500 Inc. does not care who attends as long as they raise money for the arts. The 500 Inc. actually discourages its beneficiaries from spending money on their events.
In short, acquiring funding for the arts is an incredibly competitive, time-consuming, frustrating job that Ms. [Valerie] Brogan, Mr. Cliff Redd, and everyone else involved in the nonprofit arts world is well aware of. Organizations like The 500 Inc. deserve all of the support and appreciation we can give them.
Robert G. McVay, Executive Director
Shakespeare Festival of Dallas
Defending Lois Parrott
I find Ms. [Julie] Lyons' description of DISD trustee Lois Parrott as a "curmudgeon" inaccurate and offensive ["Bored to cheers," March 12]. I personally see Mrs. Parrott as a go-getter. I do not feel she has a bad temper; rather, she is persistent in the pursuit of accountability. She advocates for taxpayers' rights, which transfers to the benefit of the children of the district.
Stalwart board members make our schools a better place. She is a hard-working volunteer, working for the school board free of charge. She puts in a lot of hard work and long hours. Maybe you were unaware of this dedication.
I stand for Lois Parrott because she stands up for her beliefs of adequate to superior education for the children. She is straightening up the system and cleaning up the board. If criticism is to be her reward, it is only because she chooses to tell the truth--the full truth.
With a name like Hobart
Hobart, Hobart, Hobart. You just couldn't help yourself to that ever-original attempt to slam the pronunciation of David's name ["Deifying Dah-veed," March 12]. Gee, that's more creative now than it was the first time someone did it in 1989. Cutting-edge. Indeed, you set the standard real high. And coming from someone with a name as, well, unfortunate as yours, it's really a surprise. You were clearly pained to admit that you like Dah-veed, even though you made it seem like a real chore for you. Poor guy. It's not hip to like the nice guy, and the masses really feel for you critics. It's hard to do something other than cheap and easy potshot cynicism.
It'll be OK, Hobart. Liking Dah-veed won't kill you, and neither will pronouncing his name correctly. 'Cause brother, you just don't have that kind of license.
The sound of hacks hacking
As long as your self-inflated film critics continue to hack to pieces every film they see, I will ignore them. Sure, there is a lot of poor work produced every year: mindless scripts, cheap dialogue, poor casting, and scenes that pander to the lower end of the Saturday-night-at-the-movies gene pool. But we don't need you to tell us that. These reviews are written as if the first line--the name of the critic--is what is important. Good critics are ones who love films, not hate them.
What we need you to do is put your cigarette out, quit trying to blow smoke up our asses, and tell us the gist of the movie. Tell us who the characters are and why we might want to see it. Give us some perspective. If we haven't seen the film, we don't want to read a bloody dissection of every shot front-to-back. This assumes we see things from the same myopic, "dressed-in-black, haven't-sold-a-script-yet but Quentin rules, man" point of view as you seem to have. If you want to write for other critics, send them e-mail.
Quit beating your chests and help us out here. If you can't, then relinquish the space for something constructive--or at least entertaining. Until you do, I'll just shake my head and turn the page.
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Run, Jesse, run
With LULAC representation such as Mr. [Jesse] Diaz [Buzz, March 19], one has to wonder if there is a difference between LULAC and the Ku Klux Klan.
Victor R. Bonilla Sr.
I could not care less what your music critics say about Madonna, Eric Clapton, or any other musical sacred cow, but I do hope you either give them a new proofreader or else encourage them to update their spell-check program. The spelling errors in your otherwise promising Nydia Rojas article ["The LeAnn Rimes of mariachi music," February 12] were horrible.
Get thee to a good Spanish-language dictionary, pronto!
Rogelio Mendoza, Jr.