By Monica Alonzo
By Stephen Lemons
By Jason P. Woodbury
By Dulce Paloma Baltazar Pedraza
By Ray Stern
By Pete Kotz
By Monica Alonzo
By New Times
Even in the era of gangsta rap, rappers still weren't "bad." Tupac wasn't "bad"; he was just like everybody else back then and now; he was marketed to a set image to appeal to numb-nuts like Lawson.
It's true that the majority of hip-hop is shit now. But Lawson shouldn't be ranting about New Times' story on some little girl in Phoenix who may be being forced to just like in the rock industry churn out assembly line music for the masses ("Super Star Search," Serene Dominic, October 12).
Tom Lawson should take his head out of his fuckin' ass and let the girl flow. She might craft into the next Missy Elliott, the next Salt-N-Pepa, the next Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes. We might all be goin' damn! I'm saying, encourage the kids, don't break 'em down.
Christopher Dellacioppa, Boston
Attack this!: The latest rantings of The Bird and his bleeding-heart followers about Russell Pearce have proven at least one thing. If you can't intelligently defend your opinion with facts, attack the person ("Mesa Muttonhead," Stephen Lemons, October 19).
Apparently the only thing you need to do to qualify as a racist anymore is to refuse to be a bobblehead and get on the bandwagon of Mexican illegals as the new harp seals of our country.
According to The Bird, just being born on the shit side of the border qualifies you for diplomatic immunity and the eternal handout.
Truth is, the only thing America has accomplished with all the bleeding-heart compassion for illegals is becoming the northern branch of Mexico's welfare office. And, believe me, Bird brain, Mexico is grateful!
Shiloh Hawkins, Goodyear