Letters to the Editor

CRACK-SMOKIN’ BEAVERS

TO THE EDITORS: Am I missing something about the Portland Beavers
[“Risky Business,” News, May 21]? Why for God’s sake would anyone
want to spend millions of dollars on a new baseball stadium? I
don’t care if the stadium is in Lents, the Rose Quarter, or Cascade
Station—whoever says this project will bring millions of dollars
to the city is smoking some serious crack. Save millions by
building some extra bleachers at Wallace Park and move the Beavers
there. They still won’t sell that out.

Eric

FUELING OUR NOTORIETY

DEAR MERCURY: Mr. Freedom was right [Letters, May 21]:
Attention is what “Miss California” gets as a result of sloppy
interviewer response to her homophobic attitude. It’s what I like to
call the Paris Hilton Principle—that any attention fuels fame.
But Mr. Freedom is only fueling the notoriety of Ann Romano and Perez
Hilton by bashing them. And I am now adding to his popularity by
calling him out on it. Attention is energy. And with times as ripe with
potential as they are right about now, I’m (not) just sayin’.

Jadene Mayla

THE JOY OF SAME-SEX SPEECH

TO THE MERCURY: Mr. Freedom is clearly very angry. But does
he really think logic will win opponents of gay marriage
over? I’m going to go ahead and assert that for folks who value
one sentence of an ancient text over the human rights of
others—logic is not their strong suit. The argument for
gay marriage has been put forth logically and persuasively by
many, many people. If the rants of an overweight gossip
blogger (Perez, not Ann) are what end up keeping the civil right of
gays in the last century, I’ll be very surprised. If the Christians can
tell me I’m going to hell for living with my boyfriend before we’re
married, then I get to tell them that their religion is backward and
hateful. That’s the joy of free speech.

Sarahfina

THEM’S FIGHTIN’ WORDS!

TO MR. FREEDOM: First of all, don’t mess with Ann Romano. Period.
One Day at a Time is at this point the one and (sorry guys) only
consistent source of witty, sassy, social commentary in the
entire paper. SECONDLY: The point you are trying to make, Mr.
Freedom, is so utterly bullshit that it almost shouldn’t be dignified
with a response. “Perez Hilton could have said [to Miss
California], ‘I disagree, but I’d like to sit down with you and talk
about what it is you feel…'”?! I am consistently amazed and
irritated by people who cannot recognize simple themes like… oh…
say… sarcasm and hyperbole. Humor is an art form, and a very
important one to those of us who HAVE a sense of humor. I could go on
about the fact that smart, funny writing is an infinitely better tool
for reaching the masses than your stuffy case-management-speak, but
back to my original point: I don’t particularly give two shits about
Perez Hilton, but NOBODY calls Ann Romano a “dumbfuck” or (worse) a
“dipshit.” Not in this town. Not unless you’re itchin’ for a fight.

Mr. Simon Jaynes

CONGRATULATIONS TO SIMON for not only winning the Mercury
letter of the week, but for being one of the few men in this goddamn
town with a smidge of gallantry. (Sigh! Simon’s so dreamy!) He’ll be
enjoying a pair of Laurelhurst tix, and a lunch at No Fish! Go Fish!
where chivalry and good eats are their specialty.

DEPT. OF CORRECTIONS

In last week’s news story “Kroger vs. Racist Smog Monsters,” the
Mercury wrote that Attorney General John Kroger had missed
appearing on Jo Ann Bowman’s radio show because “he got caught on a
call with his wedding planner.” In actuality, Kroger does not have a
wedding planner—though he was delayed because of a phone call in
which he was planning his wedding. A minor but important
distinction, and the Mercury regrets the
misunderstanding.