When she heard the news of his arrest, she was thunderstruck. As she told a reporter from KFSM, “They said ‘animal cruelty’ and I said ‘what, you've got to be crazy.’” She added that he had animals in his own home.
I wrote this short piece for the Northwest arkansas Times a couple of years ago, inspired by much of what I read in letters to the editor columns and on Internet sites - in particular, Facebook, which brings out the inner schoolyard bully in so many.
"Sometimes with progress, when you deal with any kind of discrimination, you are going to have a fight on your hands.” Fayetteville alderman Randy Zurcher, 1998It has been a long time coming - a shameful long time coming - but finally, Fayetteville may put the memory of 1998's Human Dignity Resolution to rest, when a simple ordinance protecting the rights of city (though for the politically illiterate, city meant anybody actually living in Fayetteville) employees was enough to bring out droves of people, many of whom did not even live within our boundaries, to city council meetings to condemn it.
I have been sort of tuning out the email offerings of Congressman Steve Womack lately; others might see The Scowling One's efforts as as yet another excuse for "outrage" - something which should be parsed out sparingly - but all I see is just another Good Soldier of the GOP, a man who does what he is told, when he is told.
Just as Baltar made it easy for the Cylons to destroy the human worlds on Battlestar Galactica, so too did one Joseph Dutton open the doors for the Triffids to invade a small part of Fayetteville, Arkansas - and on live television, no less.
One of the more inane canards one hears in the world today is that liberals are not guided by facts and rational t5hought, but by “feelings” - as if this were somehow a bad thing when it comes to looking at issues that deal with humanity and the future of our world.
There is quite a cottage industry these days, what with folks making oodles and gobs of money talking and writing about the Olden Days when not only did corporal punishment reign supreme in our public schools, but we also recited our daily prayer each day, watched over by the Ten Commandments which adorned each classroom wall - or at least the hallways, if not both.
There is no actual expiration date on these things. Getting a proclamation from the city (or even a key to the city, if you are really, really determined) isn’t all that difficult, all things considered.
Our dogs, who still haven’t quite figured out that each and every doorbell ringing or door knocking on television is not for them - imagining as they do that a troop of Girl Scouts has arrived with a truckload of cookies just for them - can still recognize the barking of TV dogs, and find it beneath their notice.
So there I was, just sort of toodling around downtown Fayetteville, no particular destination in mind, sipping from a cup of Joe, when I decided that one block of town wasn’t enough for my personal ambitions.
One of my all-time favorite SF movies was on Turner Classic Movies last night, “Marooned,” which is the harrowing story of three American astronauts trapped in their orbiting ship, after a mishap traps them in orbit.
Elliot Rodger, the standard bearer for a generation of whiners. "On the day of retribution I will enter the hottest sorority house of UCSB, and I will slaughter every single spoiled stuck up blonde slut I see inside there.
Remember the Koch retreat at a fancy California resort that caused Tom Cotton to miss the Pink Tomato Festival in Warren. Shades of Mitt Romney. A tape of the proceedings has emerged. And it includes rich praise for Tom Cotton, particularly his votes against the interests of Arkansas farmers.