To all the businesses that are bold enough to put the name of their business on the side of their trucks, vans, etc.:
When you are driving around town exceeding the speed limit, talking on the phone, blasting your radio or violating the right-of-way of other drivers, does it ever occur to you that some folks might draw a conclusion that if you drive recklessly, you might just do gutters, painting, plumbing, etc. with the same total disregard and lack of respect for others and the law?
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My young grandson threw a tantrum in public. Though this was not his finest hour, he did what most kids do at times. It’s normal for toddlers. The reaction of a passer-by was not normal. It didn’t even sound sane.
It was verbal violence. A crusty old miscreant approached my daughter and grandson, spewing vulgarity. In profane terms, he said that he would physically abuse the child. He didn’t say he felt like doing it, he said he would do it.
His embarrassing lack of self-control was a tantrum and definitely not developmentally on track. What irony! Mr. Vulgar castigated a child for what he himself (a so-called adult) did.
He abused a toddler by exposing him to the most degrading verbal filth. He revealed his desire to injure a minor. The woman with him didn’t bat an eye, which is sad.
Though common nowadays, profanity is a substitute for fluency and it can be a vicious weapon. I censure its use and I censure the bully who flung it at a small child. The little boy is 3 years old and it turns out he had a raging ear infection. What was Foul Mouth’s excuse? Appalling.
Down to business
The elections have passed, so the newly elected and re-elected officials can buckle down and finally do some work. Time to park their party affiliation at the door and work together to fix the problems.
Infrastructure repairs and job enhancement are the first priorities. Next, cut government spending by cutting government salaries. Each municipality should work from their level up to the state level to fix one problem at a time.
President Barack Obama is trying his best, but with politics gumming up the works in Congress, it’s not getting done. Everyone must remember the stories of World War II and how everyone pitched in, made sacrifices and worked together for the greater good. Why can’t that happen now? Are we that complacent and self-indulgent not to?
We have every luxury known to man in this great country and yet we can’t fix our own problems. We, as a people, need to wake up and see the world for what it really is, our only home in the universe. If it becomes inhabitable, where are we going to move to? Let’s get together and fix up our towns, counties and the entire state before it’s too late.
Ray C. Porter
Being a patriot
It appears that a lot of folks in this country are under the impression that flying the American flag outside their cars shows that they are patriotic.
In my opinion, being a patriot means first and foremost caring deeply about the protection of the land and its citizens, from enemies without and within, clear and perceived. Or, as God puts it, being good stewards of what he has given us.
Protecting the citizens, especially the ones that cannot protect themselves, means making sure that the weak and less fortunate among us are, in some shape and form, protected from abuses and abusers within and without.
Being a patriot means being a good citizen, which means taking seriously both the rights and obligations of citizenship.
One of the sacred obligations of a citizen, in my opinion, is making one’s voice heard at the ballot box. The strength of a representative democracy relies heavily on its citizens being well-informed rather that ill-informed (deceived).
An American citizen who does not take voting as a serious obligation, in my opinion, is not patriotic and does not deserve any of the rights that American citizenship affords.
Thanks for return
Thank you to the very kind person who returned my tapestry purse to the staff at Costco on Nov. 5. I simply cannot thank you enough, whoever you are, for your kindness and honesty in ensuring that I had all my belongings returned.
As that day was a birthday celebration for my daughter, I had arranged a dinner party and was trying to get it all completed. I stopped by Costco for those last-minute items and after putting my purse in the back of my truck, I started loading up. But then I thought I would be better off if I had my purse next to me in the driver’s seat, so I took the purse out of the back of the truck and put it in the cart, then finished loading and promptly pushed the cart away from me with my purse in it.
You can only imagine my distress when I unloaded my truck and no purse! I immediately called the store and wonder of wonders, someone had turned my purse in. Thank you, thank you so very much.
Susan G. Dollemore