By Amy Silverman
By Olivia LaVecchia
By Monica Alonzo and Stephen Lemons
By Chris Parker
By Michael Lacey
By Weston Phippen
Marc V. Ridenour
Different definition: Your article is a fine article exposing something should be fixed, but your use of the term "Mormon" on the cover creates the image that they are Mormons, which they are not. You say in the second paragraph that they belong to the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, the FLDS, not the (LDS). As a reporter, I will assume you knew that. But as a member of the LDS church, I am appalled, along with the general population of the LDS. Collectively, we are all against this. I can speak for us as a collective population because of everything I have learned in my 26 years in church and my training and time (26 months) as a missionary in Argentina.
My point is that you calling them "Mormons" puts myself and 11 million people as their supporters and associates. In your title, it creates more hatred and misconceptions against my religion. Though that may mean little to you, it means loads to myself. I have no idea of your knowledge of my beliefs, but damage (if any) is already done.
D'backer: The Spike is absolutely right ("A Fan for All Seasons," Spiked, October 10)! I am not a big sports fan, but I have been following the D'backs with more and more interest over the years. I watch many of the games on TV and go to the BOB a few times each year. I only wished I could have been at the BOB when the D'backs got pounded 19-1 by the Dodgers. As it was, I watched the whole thing on TV and was terribly disappointed to see the stands emptying throughout the debacle. Those of us who hung on got to see a marvelous appearance on the mound by Mark Grace.
Sure, it's easy to be a fan when the D'backs are kicking everyone's ass, but a real fan supports the team even when they are getting their ass kicked. Maybe the abundance of fair weather in Arizona has infiltrated every other aspect of life, so that most folks only know how to be fair-weather fans.
Stargazing sissies:Puh-lease, Spike. You're talking about a city of people who, until the D'backs won the World Series, still wore jerseys from other teams to the park. You're talking about a throng of freaks who would cheer for Sammy and Mac to beat their own pitchers. You're talking about about a bunch of weakass sissies who would rather have their view of the stars while drinking their imports than a better scientific chance of Schilling winning a game. Watching those bandwagoners fill that stadium during the postseason makes me wretch more than watching them leave a game early.
We are few.
Buddha with a bullet: I really enjoyed your article "Gun Nut" (Spiked, October 3). I, too, recently (four years ago) discovered the joys of blowing up fruit, boxes and other "trash" with a large caliber weapon. When time allows, I attend the Church of Ben Avery with Reverends Smith & Wesson as often as I can. The whole experience is like Zen to me. I go there to think and to "get centered." Thanks for a good article.
Laura Larry' Brown
Urban cowboy: This is a reply to the article about The Spike's gun fetish. As wonderous and humorous as this article was (I couldn't stop snickering at the frilly pink dress), I couldn't help but notice one thing -- that guns are a taboo in Arizona. This would be truly confusing to me.
As you may not have yet noticed, I'm not an Arizona native. Actually, I was brought up on the mean streets of a middle-class suburban town in New Jersey. Now, the real reason this confused me is that, while the article stated that guns are a faux pas everywhere else in the country, the feeling of Arizonans about guns is completely different.
When I first moved out here, I was kind of expecting cactus and cowboys. Well, I've seen both. I was also expecting a .357 on each denim-clad hip. This was not the case. But perhaps you may want to let others know that everyone else, at least in the northeast, is kinda scared to come down here because they feel that the gun-totin' cowpokes are going to blow them away for having a Hoboken accent. I know I sure did . . . and look how I turned out. Ha!
Aaron M. Fishler
Lazy like a fox: It's tragic! Love your news, but I'm afraid that as far as entertainment goes, my favorite Valley pub is out of touch with this city ("Best of Phoenix," September 26). Until next year, try to encourage your staff to hit the streets, explore! This issue is full of the tried; there's no breakout, break-in surprises here. New Times was lazy this year. Love ya!
High praise: On behalf of the Fighter Combat International team, thank you so very much for the Best of Phoenix Award. Very clever! Funny thing is, people do use their refunds here. Great issue!