By Matt Coker
By R. Scott Moxley
By Charles Lam
By Nick Schou
By Gustavo Arellano
By Gustavo Arellano
By Steve Lowery
By R. Scott Moxley
June 12, 1998 A pretty girl named Amber who looked about 6 hugged a blond doll as she and her sister watched a video of a man blowing away an assailant, thanks to his underarm pistol holster. Two hours later, Amber was still hugging her doll as she clutched a large "Police Force M-16 A-1" plastic assault rifle her father had bought for 7 bucks at the gun show. Another father gripped the handle of a short, wide-blade sword. He poked the sword at his young son's chest and smiled. "To be old and wise, you must first be young and stupid," read the man's T-shirt.Jon Hall, "Guns for Tots"
June 19, 1998 Any fool knows evil's root is deliciously entangled around the making of money. That simple, incontrovertible fact explains everything noxious and sordid about our society. It explains why talented, creative people churn out such lousy movies. It explains how the toxic byproducts of our consumer culture wind up rotting our beaches and ticking away at our bones. It even explains the presence of those ads placed by transsexual dwarf amputees in the back pages of this newspaper.Joel Beers, "It's the Money, Stupid: Upgrading despair inHurrah at Last"
June 26, 1998 Dr. Edward C. Allred has not kept his abortion and gambling fortune to himself. Through his numerous business entities and associates, he has given at least $436,050 to the Republican Party, its California candidates and its causes. Most of the contributions were made during the past four election cycles. Beneficiaries include such Republican officials as Governor Pete Wilson; Congressman Dana Rohrabacher; state Treasurer and current U.S. Senate candidate Matt Fong; state Senators John Lewis and Ross Johnson; and Assembly members Curt Pringle (who is running for state treasurer) and Scott Baugh. Except for Wilson, each is a self-described "anti-abortion" Republican who enjoys staunch support from such religious-fundamentalist groups as the Christian Coalition, the California Pro-Life Council, the Pro-Life Political Action Committee of Orange County, and the Reverend Lou Sheldon's Anaheim-based Traditional Values Coalition.R. Scott Moxley, "The Abortionist Who Funds Pro-Life Republicans: Why have politicians taken $436,050 from Dr. Edward Allred?"
July 3, 1998 Pro-life activists reacted angrily to the Weekly's revelation last week that Orange County's "anti-abortion" Republican politicians are quietly socializing with and accepting massive contributions from Dr. Edward C. Allred, California's most prolific abortionist.
The pro-life Republicans are "dirt bags," said Troy Newman, assistant director of Operation Rescue's West Coast office in Las Vegas. "This is amazing. I can't believe they are lining their pockets with money from an abortion doctor. For them to say that what they are doing is not hypocritical is laughable. We've got a big issue with this situation."R. Scott Moxley, "Blood Money: Anti-abortion activists attack cozy relationship between county Republicans and abortion doctor"
July 24, 1998 Bobby spent the past few years walking in dirty clothes from soup kitchens to the library to the doughnut shop. He didn't have a place where he could get clean. Maybe that was the stumbling block that kept him homeless. Now he's dead.Jon Hall, "So Long, Bobby: No shower, no job, no life"
Aug. 7, 1998 We're not sure what's worse—that El Centro sent about 4,000 copies of their album to the Weekly's offices, thereby wasting a whole helluva lotta plastic that'll only net us about a penny a pop when we sell 'em all to used CD stores anyway, or that their positively vile mucous music is so disgustingly cheesy that our cholesterol count shot way up with each listen. El Centro bridge the gap between '80s hairspray bands and watered-down '90s redunda-punk, which, naturally, is not a good thing. They play catchy, Night Ranger-esque guitar riffs that seem designed purposely for "modern-rock" radio airplay—with enough pseudo-punk gruntin' and a-growlin' so as to not make them seem hopelessly irrelevant to their "target market" (that would be all the carbon-copy zombies who buy tickets for the Warped Tour). Plus, they pose with broken bottles in the photo on the back of the disc, which makes them look about as threatening and badass as a pile of crusty, fly-infested poodle turd.Rich Kane, Locals Only
Aug. 14, 1998 [T]he OC Weekly rack inside is festooned with stickers for the bands Smear, Loogie and Ten Foot Pole—which, after all, is exactly how we like to see ourselves.Rebecca Schoenkopf, Commie Girl
Aug. 21, 1998 Bob Dornan and I had a cozy little chat about William Butler Yeats—even after I identified myself as an OC Weekly writer. Bob (I forgot to ask him if I could call him that, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind) is perhaps the most jovial man alive—when he's not being absolutely insane. He's a very large man, too, not one you'd want screamin' or yellin' or pokin' his finger at you. But he threw an arm warmly around my shoulder, and we got our picture taken. I plan on using it as my Christmas card. Then he started rattling on about fighter planes again—you know how he does —and I made my escape. Bob, I had nothing to do with this week's cover story! Ours is a friendship too pure for such betrayals. Semper fi!Rebecca Schoenkopf, Commie Girl