|Letters to the Editor published Saturday, February 4, 2012|
|Written by The Curry Coastal Pilot|
|February 04, 2012 05:20 am|
Tea Party criticism is not germane
After reading articles in the Pilot’s editorial section for 11 years, I’ve grown accustomed to the feeling of the political pundits that are obviously liberal or admit to liberalism as their Utopia.
On Jan. 2 a letter by someone had a lot of hate but very little thought as to how the average Curry County citizen would accept their words.
Tea party events I’ve attended are full of at least 200 people that behave and show nothing but class. The letter writer could be a female as the writer intentionally does not identify their sex.
My husband is the only writer to the Pilot that admits to being a tea-party conservative and you will be surprised to learn that he doesn’t attend church service. “Ultra religious” is out of bounds to call one individual you’ve never met, leave alone millions.
My husband Clay has an openly homosexual nephew that hangs out with his own kind but he knows he is always welcome at our house. The word “homo-boobus” is unique, at least to my dictionary.
Clay played 12 years in the major leagues with the Phillies and Orioles during the civil rights era and half of the teammates were African American. They ate together, traveled and slept in hotels that would accept his teammates. Dick Allen of the Phillies and wife Wilma still exchange Christmas cards with the Dalrymples.
Chris Dodd and Barney Frank had more responsibility of our economy collapsing than G.W. Bush ever dreamed of. Liberals like yourself would keep voting them back in office except this time they both gave up the ghost on their own accord.
Your tea party criticism (is not) germane and because of that, everything else you feel about our county can be put aside as false.
Men’s good deed deserves kudos
To the two nice men who so graciously helped putting on my spare tire in exchange of the useless flat one at the Fred Meyer parking lot on Wednesday afternoon, January 25, in the rain: My heartfelt Thank You!
You were the Angels at a time of great need. You stopped in your tracks and took the time and your talents and energy to get me and my car going again. I felt so blessed.
Also my deepest condolences go to the one of these kind gentlemen who had just lost his mother. He said to me, “She wanted me to help you.”
May God bless you two so helpful men and return to you this most appreciated good deed.
Police chief there to serve and protect
On Jan. 29, my girlfriend and I were lunching at a local restaurant. When I became choked on a piece of meat, my friend tried to help me and so did the wait staff but to no avail.
At that point my friend began to pray for God’s help for my survival. Just then a gentleman stepped up to help using the Heimlich maneuver. He was experienced in this, focused, and determined that I would not die. Because of his willingness to help and God’s grace, I am alive and well today. When I asked him his name he told me that he was Doug. Then I had to ask Doug who? He told me that he was Crescent City Police Chief Doug Plack.
To say I am thankful is an understatement. I am so very thankful and appreciative for his kindness and his kind manner. He was off duty from his job, but became on duty for me.
The Bible says that God is a very present help in the time of trouble and He proved that to be true. Doug, you will always be special in my heart and I will be praying for you and your family to be safe and well.
Thanks be to God and hail to the chief – Crescent City Police Chief Douglas Plack.
Dog-gone canines are at it again
We all go to Freddy’s if only to pick up a few things or do our grocery shopping.
When we go, of course, we always bring our two poodle doggies, Floyd and Wally, with us, and yes, of course, with the windows rolled down so they would be comfortable.
Some days we take our time and others we hurry but we always try to park our car where we will remember it to be. Every time, without fail, we can never find it.
We think we are good parents to our two boys, but we don’t understand why they move and drive the car when we are in the store. They had to have moved it, because we always know where we parked. They do not have a poodle driving permit to do such a thing, and when we finally get to the car or, should I say, to find the car, they always look so innocent. Wally is always lying in the back window and Floyd of course sleeping on the front seat.
We dare to think where they went while we were gone. Our thoughts are: Are they running around town … who are they seeing … what kind of company are they keeping. We already had to put a stop with them from using the computer. Some of those websites just are not appropriate for them to look at. One was “MiMi the Sexy Poodle Dog.” All and all they are good boys; we will have to have a human to doggy talk with them.
Remember to spay and neuter your pets.
Beverly and Forbes Duncan
‘No hurry in Curry’ is a fact of life here
In response to Lilly Mecham’s letter, “No hurry in Curry?” (Pilot, Jan. 28): You’ve been here five years and just now have noticed the trend here?
Many elders do live here, honey; older folks don’t move, think or react in a hurry. When specialized medical care is practically nonexistent here, being in a hurry should be the least of your worries. Let’s add that motto to the new Brookings welcome sign.
County abandoning the animal shelter
Correct me if I’m wrong, but it sure looks like the county has opted to dump the “Curry County” Animal Shelter.
In a time of fiscal crisis, departments should typically expect drastic cuts, in hopes of keeping the county afloat. In the case of the animal shelter, these cuts happened long ago. With a scant staff of 1.2 persons, and a precious very few volunteers, it’s truly amazing how much is accomplished, and all without complaint. That doesn’t mean this is done without a cost.
The cost, in this case, is a workload that would crush most of us. Have you ever tried doing five things and being in five places at once? The physical and mental stress are more than most of us could imagine, and yet, this is all done for the love and care for those who can’t care for themselves.
How do we reward such acts? We, as a county, allow the failing facility to be held together by blood, sweat, baling wire and duct tape. Then we barrage them with abandoned, neglected pets, constant neighborhood squabbles, and countless other demands of time and resources, all falling on a staff of one, to service the entire county. What’s the final blow here ?
Again, correct me if I’m wrong, but it appears that the shelter, the workers and the animals are simply being abandoned by this county.