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'JERUSALEM—ISRAELI FORCES TODAY SMASHED THEIR WAY INTO THE RAMALLAH HEADQUARTERS OF YASSER ARAFAT . . .'
I'd like to thank James Ridgeway for his recent article ("More Fuelish War Talk," March 22). Ridgeway is a rational voice against prolonging the war on terrorism—a point of view that is becoming increasingly scarce. A prolonged war against terrorism will strip the U.S. government of any moral authority to promote peace and nonviolence. Already, the war in Afghanistan has escalated the violence in Israel and nearly started a war between India and Pakistan.
Huntington Beach AND IF YOU THOUGHT THE MIDDLE EAST WAS BAD . . .
I am sending you this letter because in my years as a fan of the band Sugar Ray, I have noticed your staff does not take kindly to them. But I recently had an encounter with Mark McGrath that made me regret every second and every penny I ever spent on that band. He is by far the most arrogant, self-centered human being I have ever met. I would like to say that Murphy Karges, Stan Frazier, Craig Bullock and Rodney Sheppard are decent people. I respect them and enjoyed the time I spent with them. I hope that someday they will come to their senses and dump that pretty-boy pussy they call a singer and find someone who deserves to perform on the same stage with them.
Little Rock, Arkansas
Is this the Weekly or the Beat Farmers promo platform ("Dickless Farmers?" March 29)? In the late '80s and early '90s, I couldn't care less about the Beat Farmers, and in 2002, I still don't care about them or Buddy Seigal's quest to revive his past.
via e-mail Buddy Seigal, sounding mature—perhaps too mature—responds: Tuck is entitled to his opinion, and I understand why he feels that way, so basically I have nothing to say. But if you wanted to point out in an editor's note that I was ASKED to write that story and didn't push for it in some freakout of self-promotion, that might be nice!
Editor's note: It is true that we asked Mr. Seigal to write the aforementioned article, as it is true that we have asked Mr. Seigal to do other, far more demeaning—some might say dehumanizing—things in the past for which he will have to answer to a higher power. The editors would like to make clear, though, that we never asked nor authorized Mr. Seigal to undertake his unfortunate actions with the Jack Russell terrier nor to sell photos of the act on eBay (OC Weekly will be contributing a full 15 percent of our share of the profits to an offshore charity). Furthermore, the editors must state their strong suspicion that the above response did not come from Mr. Seigal in that it contained nary a reference to feces or Wynton Marsalis.
[WITH HEAVY GERMAN ACCENT]: HEY, FUNBOY, WHY DON'T YOU GET A ROOM?
Dear Ms. Rebecca Schoenkopf: What makes me a loyal fan? The answer is simple: I love you. Although I am an admirer, I assure you it is not that sick love that only stalkers share. It is a simpler emotion: I love you for your articles. Every Sunday, I go to the Harbor House Cafe in Dana Point, and I cannot wait to read about your latest exploits. However, your article about Newport Beach ("Drugs Are Bad, Mmmmmkay?" March 22) stands above the rest. I hate that place. And in a few well-expressed thoughts, you summed up exactly how I have felt about that pit, and for this, I must thank you. Your contributions to my life and thought process have been significant and a good thing. One last thing: your perfect gay man is out there. I'd be gay if I thought I would ever stand a chance with you, but too many things keep me from making the plunge to the dark side (I lack that gay quick wit, I have no fashion taste, and I can't dance). That's okay, though. I will keep looking forward to your articles, and I will keep my fingers crossed that you will meet your perfect gay man who will have sex with you.
via e-mail HAIKU AND THE YACHT YOU RODE IN ON
So you hate rich Newporters.
You think Huntington Beachers are stupid.
via e-mail DRUID, DRUID, DRUID, DRUID
The OC Weekly believes that there is nothing substantive worth mentioning about Libertarian Gary Copeland's campaign for governor other than his religion (Victor D. Infante's "The Druidic Candidate: Can California deal with a Druid for governor?" March 22). They're sadly mistaken. The Libertarian Party is for all who don't want to push other people around and don't want to be pushed around themselves. Live and let live is the Libertarian way. Tolerance for the peaceful beliefs of others—even those that are unusual—is one of our party's trademarks. We're so tolerant that we might even select a Druid as governor.
chairman and CEO
Libertarian Party of California TAKING ONE IN THE GUT
I found it amusing that in the article "Not So Natural Selection" by Christian Walsh (March 22), Annie Tran stated that she "wouldn't go in trying to argue with the professors" about evolution and that people who don't believe in the possibility of a "creator" are "intellectually arrogant." Of course she wouldn't argue with her professor since faith is nothing more than a gut feeling and involves no intelligence whatsoever. As an atheist, believe it or not, I have "opened the Bible more than once." One of my favorite passages comes from Luke 14:26, in which Jesus said, "If anyone comes to me and does not hate his father and mother, his wife and children, his brothers and sisters—yes, even his own life—he cannot be my disciple." I suppose when it comes to questions of family values, the answers Ms. Tran gets from the Bible "are good enough for her."
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