By Gustavo Arellano
By R. Scott Moxley
By Alfonso Delgado
By Courtney Hamilton
By Joel Beers
By Peter Maguire
By Charles Lam
By Charles Lam
THANKS A LOT, CAPTAIN BUZZKILL
This article is about an illegal drug trafficker who hides under the guise of medical marijuana, and "Lucky" should be prosecuted for trafficking over state lines and owning, leasing or making a property available for the sole intent to "sell or distribute" drugs [Nick Schou's "Into the Emerald Triangle," July 8]. Nick, you should be ashamed of yourself for spending time with someone who violates state laws as well as federal laws. "Lucky" claims to be a director of a large Orange County medical-marijuana club, then goes on to say, "I have 140 pounds sitting in New York right now that's turning to powder because it's not the right strain. I can't move it for any price. It's a quarter-of-a-million dollars' worth of shit sitting in Manhattan that nobody can touch, and that's just so fucked-up."
No, what's fucked-up is that you know who this person is and won't turn him over to authorities. You should be subpoenaed to find out who is in charge of this large drug-trafficking operation.
This whole article seems to describe the Continuing Criminal Enterprise statute. For those who don't know, it's a United States federal law that targets large-scale drug traffickers who are responsible for long-term and elaborate drug conspiracies.
Concernedcitizen, via ocweekly.com
NEGATIVE REVIEWS GET ME SO HOT!
Jiminy Cricket! I might be a happier camper today if I had paid close attention to Joel Beers' nitty-gritty review before blindly setting off to see Andrew Lippa's musical disaster The Wild Party in Santa Ana ["Straight Outta Brea," July 1]. If director Frankie Marrone can persuade just a few more Hollywood heavies like he did with actress Gina Gershon and artist Rory Emerald to C'MON DOWN AND SEE THE FRICKIN' SHOW! he and whoever's helping him might be on to something. I'd watch that gosh-dang, cotton-pickin' "sex act" one more time. Especially if I knew beforehand that certified crackpots such as Frederic Prinz von Anhalt, Tawny Kitaen, Hugh Hefner, Ron Jeremy, Chaz Bono, Peter Bogdanovich, David Gest, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Larry Flynt and Paula Poundstone were in the audience. Oh! But something tells me that perhaps none of this will come to fruition, and Mr. Marrone would be better off buying beer for himself and Andrea Dennison-Laufer, who couldn't punch (or act) her way out of a plastic bag! Once again, that dazzling Joel Beers hit the nail on its head. His "theatrical chutzpah" was right on target.
C.G., San Juan Capistrano
This is an extremely honest and brutal review, and thank god OC Weekly has the balls to actually critique theater. If we coddle these smaller theater companies, then their product will never improve. Reviewers will continue to give them flattering reviews to placate them and to help promote the arts where they are hurting. But this comes at the expense of the ART of theater because we coddle and coddle—and the product turns out to be shit. I saw this show and thought it was terrible. I actually like the material and have seen a few productions of it throughout the Southland. Theatre Out's actors and direction/choreography were dreadfully amateurish, and everyone seemed to be outmatched by the material. The leads were screaming the whole time; it felt like they didn't bother or weren't capable of really fleshing out the characters. Bad acting all around. This company can do better.
Guest, via ocweekly.com
SOCCER IT TO ME
The U.S. mental mode is that it is entitled to be No. 1 in all sports, etc., just because [Gustavo Arellano's ¡Ask a Mexican! "Special Soccer Edición," July 8]. Many countries have to struggle just to field a team and scavenge for resources. Humility is a virtue; arrogance is not. The good news is we can all talk trash and get mad when a bad call is made or jump up and down when there is a good play. The bottom line, folks, is that it is just a game with a silly-shaped ball or, at least, it is supposed to be—cf., hooliganism, Salvadoran War, killing of the Colombian soccer player. It is a better alternative than having a war with bombers and tanks.
Lechon, via ocweekly.com