Letters from the Issue of January 17, 2002
Peekaboo, We See You
Will Miami's billboards rise to the occasion? Regarding Kirk Nielsen's "2001: A Billboard Odyssey" (January 10), in a cruel twist of fate, the new noise barriers now being installed along the lower portion of I-95 are going to block the view of several billboards.
I can't wait to see the festivities when they try to raise these existing billboards (and you know they will try) so they can be seen above the barriers. This turn of events will probably keep the lobbyists and lawyers busy until the next century.
Shed Not a Single Tear
Ship this big-time loser back home with an invoice! Whether she intended it or not, Kathy Glasgow's article "The Girl with the Tonton Heart" (January 3) was a testament to the necessity of the United States adopting serious immigration reform. Is the reader supposed to feel sorry for this irresponsible Haitian crackhead Marilise?
Because Marilise supposedly gave allegiance to the Tonton Macoutes, a very nasty bunch, I as a taxpayer should become responsible for her poor decisions? I don't think so! Let's add up the interventions on behalf of this woman that have cost us taxpayers tens of thousands of dollars, not to mention her taking up space in this overpopulated metropolis:
The Coast Guard ship that intercepted her
The processing at Krome Detention Center
The legal bills
The police investigations that have resulted from her "poor decisions"
The medical bills for her suicide attempts and mental problems, as well as the three babies she has brought into the world no doubt at public expense
Enough already! My mother has no insurance because she cannot afford the $600 monthly COBRA payments following her layoff, but my tax dollars pay for this nonsense? I am over it.
Illegal immigrant means illegal. Send Marilise back to Haiti and then send her relatives the bill.
Forget Black and White, It's Green That Counts
Miami Beach is for spenders -- of all stripes: This letter is in response to Fernando Martinez's letter of December 27. In his letter Mr. Martinez suggests that Miami Beach city officials should be more discriminating in the types of events they allow to be held in South Beach, particularly regarding the "violent, low-class, dangerous, and dirty" hip-hoppers who frequently use South Beach as a location for various events. Most of them, as he admits in his letter, happen to be black.
Never mind the millions these low-class, dirty Buckheaders, as he calls them, pump into South Beach's less-than-thriving tourist industry by renting hotel rooms, dining at local restaurants, shopping at local stores, and partying at local clubs. God forbid, Mr. Martinez, any other racial or ethnic group besides Europeans and rich Latins spend their money on South Beach.
He adds insult to injury by insisting that, despite his not being in favor of city officials permitting hip-hoppers (read: blacks) to hold events on South Beach, he is not a racist. I almost choked on that sentence. Mr. Martinez, one of the luxuries of living in this country is that we are granted the liberty to freely express our points of view. If that happens to be yours, then God bless you and so be it. But after spouting such scathing and blatantly racist views, don't be cowardly or attempt to insult the intelligence of readers by trying to hide behind a statement such as the one you made about not being racist.
Thank God Miami Beach's city officials have better economic sense than Mr. Martinez and that they do not share his racist and elitist viewpoint that South Beach is only for Europeans and rich Latins.
Only Chumps Pay
It's an Internet world out there: Brett Sokol's article "Satellite Juice" (December 13), about OJ Simpson, Ecstasy, and pirated satellite television signals, underscores the increasing tendency in our society to expect something for nothing. The traditional quid pro quo concept of commerce has given way as new communication technologies -- the Internet, cell phones, cable TV, satellite dishes -- have emerged that are relatively easy to pirate. The irony is that, ultimately, such reckless piracy in all its forms can actually stunt technological growth and lessen the benefits to all.
By the way, could I have the telephone number of Mr. Big, the satellite-dish guy? I'm tired of paying through the nose for cable TV.
Name That Visionary
Dyslexic free weekly falls short of prefection: As one who has worked in the cable- and satellite-television industry for many years, I can assure Brett Sokol that, in his recent article on Ecstasy and satellite TV piracy, he misspelled the name of the industry's leading visionary. It's Charlie Ergen, not Egren. In every other way, however, New Times is superb.
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