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KAT Looms on Skyline

Knoxville...Class!

Butchery and a Giggle

Positive Truths

Demeaning Selves

Rake It in or Suck It up, Buddy

KAT Looms on Skyline

School buses are not much smaller than city buses, and I have never encountered one in my lane. Why, then, is it impossible for a city bus driver to be as safe? Why can’t KAT allow the drivers to use their smaller vans for this route? If the bus is too large to be safe on this narrow and dangerous road, does that mean it’s fine and dandy to be unsafe? I have driven behind these buses many times and there is actually a portion of the road which is narrower than the bus!

I wonder sometimes just what is going to have to happen on Skyline Drive to grab the attention of the drivers of the city buses and KAT management. Is my younger son who just earned his learner’s driving permit going to have to be the sacrifice? How about my 18-year-old son? There are many precious and irreplaceable teenagers who live in this area who are not experienced drivers. They may not know how to properly react when faced with a monstrous city bus rounding the curve in their lane! 

To the drivers of those buses and the management of KAT: Please don’t wait until a tragedy happens! Your lack of action after being called so many times is positively shameful! The life that could be taken by the unsafe practices of your drivers may be nothing to you, but it is a precious child or a husband, a wife or mother, an irreplaceable soul. Imagine if that precious soul was one from your own family.

Carole Oldroyd

 

Knoxville...Class!

Our urban hellscape is never more pathetic than when it tries to be what it isn’t. Instead of asking what New York has that we don’t, why not ask what we have that New York doesn’t? Answer: hillbillies and hillbilly poseurs—in abundance. World-class cities do not limit their concerns almost exclusively to college football, NASCAR, and bluegrass music. They certainly don’t make a religion of these things.

Think about it: Our last mayor was willing to move to Poland to escape being here. Need more proof? For a perfect 1600 on the SAT, which of the following does not belong: New York, Madrid, Paris, London, Knoxville? I know this little screed will stir up the natives, but I can’t help thinking the truth could be better served if we elected Sam Venable mayor and put up a sign: Gone Fishing.

Edward Francisco

 

Butchery and a Giggle

So, may I just take the pistol from his gentlemanly hand and pull the damn trigger? Kate Hudson is perhaps a little more real than mega-skank Paris Hilton, but not by much. Her baby stardom is the result of a similar, Matrix-y media need: leggy vacuum cleaner Hilton rides high (sorry) because it has been determined through polls that a genuine excess of defiant whoring sells weeklies, and Hudson was incubated because we really, really want another Goldie. We miss the giggle.

Okey-doke. But we would do well to remember that a Goldie Hawn on the maternal side—admittedly a glorious parentage—still cannot hope to eviscerate a father’s lameness. The pre-Kurt Goldie was for a time wed to Bill Hudson, who with his brothers reigned for a season and a half as TV’s bastard heirs to Tommy and Dickie Smothers.

Now, I will not be so crass as to cast doubt on the legitimacy of Bill’s role in the creation of Kate. (Mark Hudson was cuter, though, and there was even the other one with the doofus mustache. And Hollywood is, after all, sinful on a biblical scale.) But the point remains: Hudson DNA requires a checking of attitude at the door.   As for the correctness of a movie person’s expressing views utterly unrelated to anything except who went a little wild with the hair tint on the last shoot, I confess to taking issue. I took issue, in fact, even before Tom Cruise jumped up and down on sofas and bitch-slapped Matt Lauer.

You are, Ms. Hudson, an actor. I think. When not working on Mom’s giggle with a tape recorder, you have one other responsibility: Say nice stuff about where you stayed when on tour with your outre grunge musician dude. It is a valid and venerable tradition, and not because movie stars are inherently civil. It’s because you, my dear, will need Tennessee asses in Tennessee theater seats too. And sooner than you think. Tee hee hee hee.  

Jack Mauro

 

Positive Truths

Having served eight years in the Army as a Chaplain’s Assistant, to include Desert Storm, the military entrusted me with a Security Clearance. Without knowing if Mr. Raby actually served our country, I have to assume by his letter that he never held a security clearance. Had he done so, he would have never written that response.

It is clear to me that he didn’t really get the point of the article, which was to explain why it was wrong for Mr. Rove to disregard his Security Clearance, regardless of how important he thinks he is.  This is completely different than demeaning the president or his staff. Mr. Raby strongly feels the need to protect the honor of a man who clearly chose to disregard the ramifications of his decision.  However, I feel just as strongly in Mr. Dupree’s right to logically explain the truth to those who may not fully understand those ramifications and why Rove’s behavior was wrong.

One could just as easily accuse Mr. Raby of dishonoring Mr. Dupree’s voluntary service to our country by referring to him as an untruthful pretender. Therefore, Mr. Raby, what degree of decorum is exercised using the conservative diatribe of discrediting everyone who disagrees? Shall I call it a positive truth.

Laura Comas

 

Demeaning Selves

Tom Schiavone

 

Rake It in or Suck It up, Buddy

If one wants political influence with elected officials—and in his own words he answers his own question, that one has to be “affluent enough”—then the solution there, buddy, is: Become affluent. Enough of these lame excuses. We live in the freest, richest country on the planet, and you are allowed to make as much or as little money as you wish. If you want to remain a peasant, be one; if you want to be a prince, be that too. But stop whining.

John A. Guerin

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