We Meet Again, Mr. Bond
We Meet Again, Mr. Bond
Pants on fire: Jim Schutze's column ("Junk Bonds," December 26) should be mandatory reading for every Dallas taxpaying voter, elected official, candidate for mayor and city employee. It describes concisely the monumental difference between what might be "legal" and what is ethically and politically acceptable concerning the breach of public trust when a city misapplies dedicated bond funds approved by voters.
Bond money is not a slush fund for public officials to use as they see fit, derived from fuzzy ballot language that misleads voters. Taxpayers are on the hook for the interest and principle on the bonds and deserve to know in advance of voting that the money will be spent as promised; not under the guise of "we at City Hall know what's best for you!"
Regardless of what the courts may say about the "fine print" on ballots, any city would be making a grave political mistake to misrepresent to voters how borrowed money they must repay is to be spent.
Getting personal: As a member of the theater community I fully understand and appreciate the role of the critic. I have received many reviews of both the positive and negative nature throughout my career. While I did not always agree with the review, I usually respected the writer for offering a professional opinion.
You, however, go too far. You don't present your opinion in a professional manner; you spout off angry vindictive comments like a bully. Your latest review of Godmudda at Pocket Sandwich Theatre ("Disorganized Crime," by Elaine Liner, January 9) is a perfect example. Please don't misunderstand me; I also saw the production, and I didn't care for it either. I agree that improvements could have been made in many areas. You, however, make personal attacks against performers that are unjustified.
You do not seem capable of offering a criticism without personalizing it. I will then return the favor. Your writing is amateurish and full of cheap attempts at humor. You criticize the Pocket for being lowbrow in a review that is both crude and tawdry. Let me end my letter by personalizing a criticism you make. In a poorly thought out and evidently uneducated attempt at humor, you state, "The acting in Godmudda is so criminally bad, the entire cast should be prosecuted under the RICOH statute."
Hey, lady, Ricoh is a manufacturer of copiers; RICO is the statute used to prosecute organized crime.
What would Judith do?: How sad that you want to try to squelch the spirit or perhaps the career of an 18-year-old before it even takes off. For all you know, one of those actors could end up being the next Marlon Brando or Meryl Streep, just like you could end up being the next Judith Crist (the former, of course, being far more likely).
Moore or less: No, watching Michael Moore's pathetic propaganda piece ("Far From Happy," by Robert Wilonsky, January 2) does not "...force me to wonder if Chuck Heston lost his mind because God thinks he is a mean ol' man." It forces me to wonder why people like you can exhibit such a blatant double standard by criticizing others, calling them mean and hateful, then you do exactly what you criticize in others. I do not expect you to apologize for your hateful comments regarding Mr. Heston or any other person with Alzheimer's. That would be pointless. I do expect the Dallas Observer to continue publishing your lackluster column and tirades so readers can see who the real mean-spirited, hate-mongering bigots are.
Mudvayne are awesome: Nice review on the Mudvayne CD, you retard (Hear, There, by Jeff Liles, December 19). You don't know shit about music obviously because Mudvayne sounds nothing like Slipknot and looks nothing like Tool. You don't know shit.
Say goodbye: Excellent tribute to Joe Strummer ("He Goes Now," by Robert Wilonsky, December 26). Longtime Clash fan, here. I found out after work and spent Christmas Eve getting drunk, listening to a bunch of Clash stuff but mostly playing "The Street Parade" over and over. Thanks again for the nice article.
Be Like Who?
Still His Airness: To the White Man Who Obviously Can't Jump: May I inquire of you if the two games you mention referring to the greatness that is Michael Jordan ("Be Like Mike," by Eric Celeste, December 19) were the only games you saw of Mike's career? I am from Dallas, always a Mavs fan. I went to school at the U of Wisconsin, so I followed Mike Finley's career and was ecstatic when the Mavs acquired him for Jason Kidd. I also lived in Chicago for most of the glory years of the Chicago Bulls and had the privilege of watching most of Jordan's games there.
Did you see the game when Mike had Patrick Ewing and Charles Oakley both holding him on his shoulders under the basket, with John Starks nudging his feet out from under him, and Mike still dunked on all three of them? Did you see the game on TV where Mike sank seven straight three-pointers before the Suns decided to guard him? How about the playoff game against the Celtics where Mike hung a 63? See the shootout in Chicago Stadium between him and Clyde Drexler where it was Clyde the Glide 43, My Man Money 53?
Eric Celeste responds: Yes.
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