LETTER: Not anyone’s rooster
Editor,
Vito Russo clothed the emperor in what innuendo, by the way? I actually though that Almasri was a student. Of post Sept. 11 laik… After coming home from mailing what I call The Statesman Letters to President Bush, I switched on the radio and heard an interview with Professor Almasri.
In which case USU doesn’t know what moral integrity is. And you can tell Professor Poncho Villa I don’t appreciate the fork out.
Instead of having to contend with the Big Lie of a tidy Ti Davis, you might be warned that Paul Davis in his book, “Superforce,” is zeroing in on a particular cultural obtuseness that’s probably already out of hand.
Yesterday, a young rooster showed up on the job at high noon with his earring and baseball cap on backward and commenced to brag how his preschooler just called his wife a b—-. This was a guy fast with a nail gun but slow on a chalk line who’s already bred himself and is going to inject the product into your school system. And he thinks he’s got his eye on the big golden ruler.
Turn, turn, turn … 720 degrees, the electron they say. But not discriminating journalism that remains a form of child abuse. There’s a guy in your county jail charged with the murder of his child, but actually his 4-year-old son jumped on his 2-year-old’s stomach who carried his dad’s name. The ambulance crew panicked when they saw the dad because they assumed child abuse (a murder attempt) by a Vato-looking type of guy, and ran out the door, at first.
Basically, the press has assumed the psychology of the mob. And, let me tell you something. You all haven’t even the wit.
My mother, who used to say “you have to know the rules before you can break them,” was a journalism major at UCLA. She worked on something called the Foreign Press Awards and a publication called Westwind. As a child I can remember Peregrine Worsthorne. As a young man, my first contact in New York City was Alexander Faulkner.
Ãlan isn’t innuendo. It’s rare earth. And you’d have higher education introduce the Club Med a chi? You’re twirling scenario Black Hawk down and catering Gandhi’s spindle.
Sean Lendrihas