Arpaio, Artists and Assorted Grievances
The wrong arm of the law: I read, with amazing emotional control, Robert Nelson's piece on Joe Arizona's arrest ("Trick or Threat," November 7).
The only persons guilty of impersonating police officers are those thugs from the Maricopa County Sheriff's Office. What does David Hendershott tell his family when they ask him what he does for a living? He has no business in a position of public trust, and he needs to be kept as far away from law enforcement as possible.
My mind crashes at any attempt to simulate what those henchmen were thinking, what Hendershott was thinking, when they arrested that man. Do they enjoy this? It is long past time for Arpaio and Hendershott to wear some pink underwear themselves -- in jail, where all such thugs belong.
Hey, Hendershott, guess what? I had eggs for breakfast this morning! I'm sure that act, coupled with penning this letter, should rise to the level of an arrestable offense. So send your goons with badges to come get me. I'll be waiting . . .
Pink tank: Thanks for a great column on the pink underwear, play badges, old patches and Highway Patrol "almost shirt" of Joe Arizona.
Please don't ever let up on exposing the real Joe Arpaio for what he is. Even pink underwear sounds like a "pinky," and Joe McCarthy and Richard Nixon aren't around to investigate.
An article on what other law enforcement personnel, jail administrators, and even federal authorities think about Maricopa County's answer to Barney Fife might be an opportunity for a future issue.
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I fought the sheriff: I am not one who normally responds like this, but I feel compelled to just say, good job on your column about the antics of the sheriff and his staff. I grew up in a law enforcement family myself and have carried on in my father's footsteps for more than 23 years. Your story was exactly correct. I am ashamed to think the people in Maricopa County would condone this type of behavior or think this is what law enforcement is about. We erect memorials to fallen officers and speak of the sacrifices they made. My father was one who did. He would be very ashamed to see what has become of the department and county he gave his life representing. During Sheriff Arpaio's leadership, many honest, upstanding and hardworking deputies have left the department, disgusted, embarrassed and ashamed. Maybe we should erect a memorial to them and honor what they tried so hard to do right. Again, nice job!
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Art(illery): The article on how state tax law might affect the public art community ("Art Attack," Edward Lebow, November 7) was very interesting. It addressed how tax law could turn art into construction, how struggling artists might be kept out of the system because of bonding requirements, how public art projects should not be bonded because artistic vision cannot be finished by someone else, etc.
However, the article didn't address what I think are the more interesting issues. If tax law does everything it is feared and public art suffers, outside of the artists peddling their "visions," will anyone really notice? More important, will anyone really care?
If the worst happens, the tax laws may actually force large numbers of struggling artists into career fields more suited to their genuine skills and talents -- perhaps even career fields where their contributions would make a real difference. I have every confidence that most of them could be taught to ask, "Would you like fries with that?"
But then again, I have always been an optimist.
A Hairy Plotter?
King of the jungle: I was reading your review of the movie Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets ("Wonder Boy," Gregory Weinkauf, November 14) when I came across a rather opinionated and, well, hilarious line.
"We've accidentally allowed a retarded monkey to rule America, but otherwise it's not such a whimsical place."
I couldn't have said it better myself.
Aside from that line, the review was superbly done.
Luster for life: I don't know if it was how you described the Monstrocity as ugly and awful ("The Emerald Monstrocity," Spiked, November 7) or if it was because you compared us to manipulative snake oil salesmen or if it was when you put my dashing good looks between an elf and a muppet. But we sure did laugh our asses off!
That was a fantastic article; we loved it! I don't know if I'll ever live down any of those silly titles, though. And I'm sure my mom is wondering about the Cuban missile thing.
Hay fever: I'd like to comment on the "review" offered by Carey Sweet in the November 14 issue ("The Last Straw").
I'll get right to the point. Ms. Sweet's review of Iguana Mack's restaurant was the worst piece of garbage posing as journalism I've read in a long time. I've been to that establishment several times, and I know the owners. I can honestly say (and since I've been there several times, I certainly have more experience than she) the menu was original, the food was quite palatable, the ambience was unique, and the service was above par.
Ms. Sweet's poor review offered little of substance and belied the heights of her arrogance, as well as her incredibly self-centered nature. She wrote ad nauseam about her terrible week and her (yawn) hay problems. The piece speaks volumes about Ms. Sweet's lack of maturity, lack of professionalism, and her inability to separate her personal and professional lives. Her conscience should bother her, as she obviously gave no thought to the very real way her written trash affects the lives of the hardworking people who make that establishment possible and who rely on its success.
If I were the editor, I would seriously consider providing Ms. Sweet with additional journalism training -- she sorely needs it. As for her excess hay, I suggest that she eat it, since she obviously has little culinary taste.
My last name and phone number are to be withheld from publication.
Name withheld by request
Smells like mean spirit: I just finished reading your review ("The Qwest for Service," Carey Sweet, October 31). I have to tell you that this is a lame excuse for a restaurant review. You seem to be a bit confused. It is apparent that you are under the impression Qwest Communications is in the restaurant business. Please be advised that this review should have been placed in your telecommunications review section, not the restaurant review section.
Don't fret though, this is the type of mistake any rank amateur would make. You see, Qwest does not have anything to do with food service.
It is my professional diagnosis that you are hate-filled, mean-spirited and deeply depressed. Have you ever heard of Prozac? It has been proven to help many with your bi-polarized attitude.
The irrational writing in your review is amazing. What do you have against radishes anyway? Why don't you leave your hatred for vegetables out of this?
After reading your review, it left me to wonder what color the sky is in your world. Why would you think Qwest is in the restaurant business? This makes me wonder if Nick and Tony's is actually a restaurant at all. In actuality, it is probably a car dealership or a laundromat. How can we (the readers) trust the opinion of someone who believes their phone company is responsible for serving them food?
Such a sour review would be more appropriately written by someone named Carey Sour. May I call you Carey Sour?
All wired up: Qwest recently launched a Spirit of Service initiative designed to improve the services we deliver to all of our customers. In a recent restaurant review, Carey Sweet indicated she was having some difficulties with Qwest. It is precisely this type of dissatisfaction that the new leadership at Qwest is intent on addressing. Our customers come first. All of them. We have made vast improvements in our quality of service in Arizona, but, as Ms Sweet has indicated, we clearly have more to do. I understand Qwest service representatives have worked with Ms. Sweet to resolve the difficulties she experienced, and we invite any other Qwest customer to let us resolve any outstanding service issues. It' all part of our Spirit of Service.
President, Qwest in Arizona
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