GOOD LORD, SCHLAFLY
Check your ego at the door: It is time to really worry if Andrew Schlafly has his new biblical translation written in his own blood ["Hallowed Be Thy Name," Keegan Hamilton]. It's actually kind of sad to see so many people like him demanding obedience to "God's word," but doing nothing to help "God's people." His attitude seems to reflect some personal fears about his lackluster transformation. Like most of us, he is saying it is someone else's fault that the world is not better.
Charles, St. Louis, via the Internet
Biblical joker: I do not believe any lawyer believes in God, as their ethics are removed in their second year of law school — or else they're kicked out. Our legal system demands that lawyers lie and deceive, and this joker thinks he is going to reinterpret the Bible and have any credibility? Only the nutty fundamentalists need a book to tell them the difference between right and wrong.
Joe the Citizen, St. Louis, via the Internet
Beer bust: Guess it's time to start drinking more Boulevard beer.
Marcus, St. Louis, via the Internet
DAILY RFT, NOVEMBER 4, 2009
JUMP-START SMOKING BAN
Smoke-free future is now: Although the smoking ban doesn't officially go into effect until 2011, don't be surprised if many bars and restaurants go smoke-free much earlier ["St. Louis County Voters Embrace Future; Vote "Yes" for Smoking Ban," Chad Garrison]. If businesses were smart, they'd realize that this is a clear mandate from the voters, and going smoke-free can only help your bottom line at this point. People no longer want to suffer through the tyranny of the minority.
Thank God, via the Internet
Freedom turned upside down: Laws aren't supposed to be written to accommodate personal preferences. Laws are written to uphold philosophical freedoms; this is how nonsense such as gay-marriage bans get passed. If a restaurant owner doesn't mind their establishment reeking of cigarettes, they should absolutely be allowed to let patrons smoke there. No one was forcing consumers to eat or drink there, and business owners had the right to allow or disallow smoking at their discretion. As an opponent of the smoking ban, I object to being pigeonholed as a "pro-smoking crazy." After all, I'm not the one using legislation to impose my personal preferences upon a minority.
Andrew, via the Internet
What are you smoking? Before I begin to poke holes in your beyond shady argument that "laws aren't supposed to be written to accommodate personal preferences," it seems that the concept of freedom is somewhat lost on you. Does capitalism and freedom not include democracy in your world? To me, true freedom is allowing the people of this great nation to decide what they want. We need to pass laws like this from time to time to let people know some behavior is not acceptable in our society. Laws like this are what prevent garbage from being dumped anywhere you see fit, walking around nude in public or yelling fire in a crowded theater. All of these things are infringing on your freedoms as well, but I don't see many teabaggers protesting for the right to empty their garbage wherever they please or be nude whenever they feel like it. Smoking bans are no different.
Strange, via the Internet
DAILY RFT, NOVEMBER 4, 2009
JUSTICE FOR ALL
Lay off the petty drug users: If you stop arresting and prosecuting people for possession of personal-use amounts of scheduled substances, I guarantee their caseload would drop by at least a third ["Missouri Public Defenders Fight for Right Not to Represent All Accused Criminals," Chad Garrison]. This seems to me to be a far superior option to leaving people stuck high and dry in defiance of a very important principle of justice — that everyone is entitled to a defense in a court of law.
Karen Eliot, via the Internet
GUT CHECK, NOVEMBER 2, 2009
A cautionary tale: My dad was a first-generation Swedish American, and he and his family had an utterly inexplicable love of all things bologna ["Throwback of the House: Touring the World with a Scandinavian Sandwich," Robin Wheeler]. He personally favored the ring bologna with the nasty plastic skin on it, which, after my sister and I had peeled the thick slices, he'd cook in a frying pan until well done and then eat. Plain. With his fingers. Less inexplicably, my dad died of a heart attack at the age of 65.
Dave Nelson, via the Internet