Joe Sullivan: Giant Bloodsucking Fly
Dear Mr. Sullivan,
You are a son of a bitch! How dare you call me greedy ["Getting the State's Ox Out of the Ditch" by Joe Sullivan, Vol. 9, No. 47]. You are obviously one of those leftist communist types who think everyone owes them a living if life is too hard. Well, asshole, how many cans of beans did you consume this week?
I voluntarily put my signature on a W2 so I can work for the Pinkos in Washington four goddamn months a year—for nothing. You have never worked a day in your life Sullivan; if you had, you would know that in America we have the right to keep all of our e-a-r-nings. Get it? It is mine, stupid!
You expect that I have no public conscience—wrong. I gladly give to my family at large, my community. But I am not responsible for everyone else's children. I do well to support myself! Yes, education is at stake—MINE!
I do not doubt a budget crisis though, but I know of no politician who ever balanced a budget. I am originally from Louisiana where they have an income tax, and gambling, and a lottery, and still it's not enough! I know—a damn tax cost me my job and that's why I fled to Tennessee!
Yours is a bankrupt philosophy Sullivan. You have to chase after me like a large fly for your sustenance: I produce—you suck. You are right about one thing, though. Force, unfortunately for you and your thug pack, is necessary and we are going to use it all the way! Do you understand now swine/dog?
Move Sullivan! Move to Kentucky, to Virginia, or better yet to China. I think you'd be welcome there. You and your swarm will cease to suck the flesh off my bones. I will smash you! Sullivan, Sundquist, Rochelle—all! Go to hell!
Vehemently yours,
William C. Dunigan
Rockford
Melissa Etheridge Above Reproach
Who is this dodo...errr, dolt...Flippy McDuff, and why does s/he use a pseudonym? Could it be to disguise the identity of the person who is incapable of actually composing a music review with any substance or objectivity? According to the Letters to the Editor requirements, "Metro Pulse does not run anonymous letters nor permit the use of a pseudonym." Excuse Me?!
One must question the standards that Flippy, a self-proclaimed critic, uses to review a musical performance ["Eye on the Scene," Vol. 9, No. 45]. It seems to me that if one is going to critique a musical event, then one should address the music from a knowledgeable perspective. It is clear to me that Flippy doesn't know a flip about who Melissa Etheridge is and what her musical style is intended to convey.
It was refreshing to enjoy an evening of pure sound, unadorned with a barrage of visual bells and whistles. Etheridge and her ultra-talented band put on a non-stop, three-hour show of well-paced, highly-energized Breakdown tunes and classics. It was amazing to hear the consistent quality and experience the unending stamina that these professionals presented to us. Considering that Etheridge has over 25 million records sold and several Grammy Awards to her credit, others apparently recognize her unparalleled vocal style and extensive musical talent.
What can I say about Flippy's last sentence of her/his "special correspondent" concert review? This comment is just plain mean, disparaging, and non-diverse. This slur obviously has ZERO to do with critiquing a musical event. I am incensed that someone in this day and time would make such a comment—much less have it published in a weekly journal that claims to be progressive and have a distribution of over 30,000 people. One must ponder the logic Metro Pulse exhibits in allowing a narrow-minded, unschooled critique such as this one to represent the paper and "inform" its readers.
Melissa Bassett
Powell
Ed. Note: Flippy McDuff is actually our gay correspondent for "Eye on the Scene," and should have been identified as such.
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