Tidbits from My Local Opinion Page: Part 1

First of all, I'd like to take this opportunity to say that the staff of my local paper is the most talented I have seen. A few design flaws notwithstanding, the Salina Journal is very well written and well edited, and their opinion section is one of the most entertaining that I have ever seen. (my hometown of Derby didn't even have an opinion line: afraid of what people might think?)

For this reason, I've decided to start this fun little series, which will probably be posted on a weekly basis, of random tidbits from my local opinion section. Feel free to add on with tidbits from your local newspaper as well as your own opinions on the topics addressed.

Here goes:

"I'm not a Kansas native and I have a question for a Kansas native: Why do you all stop at green lights? Green means go, red means stop."
[What can I say, we don't have the best drivers around. I, however, have never been guilty of stopping on green.]

"Lewd in a loo? Please, Senator, spare us and just step down."

"I remember when conservative Republican politicians used to shake hands. Now they shake something else."
[um... is that appropriate for publication?]

"This is to all women, as well as men out there. How successful would any man be if they didn't have a woman behind them to do all the menial chores? Where would a surgeon be if the nurse wasn't there to hand him the scalpel?"
[Haha, awesome. I'm showing this one to my fiance.]

The following are from an editorial on Sept 7 where the Journal staff responded to a few of the comments:

"I'll bet the callers who complain about cigarette smoke don't drive a vehicle and pollute the air too."
Vehicle exhaust pipes don't sit next to us at restaurants or crowd around building entrances.

"Let's say you're on your way to a wedding...running a few minutes late, but you're still driving the speed limit...doing everything right and a policeman decides to pull you over and say, 'Hey, what a good job. You're driving just great, not breaking any laws, just thought I'd compliment you.' How's that going to work?"
We don't want to get pulled over for any reason. Flashing lights in the rear-view mirror give us the heebie-jeebies.

"Hi, I have over a thousand hours driving on my cell phone while I'm talking, and despite several near-misses, the only accidents I've ever seen are in my rearview mirror."
Of course. You leave the wreckage in your wake.

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