I'm writing to thank you for the head-turning cover photo on last week's issue [Oct. 13]. Clearly John Kerry has been hiding his light under a bushel. Friends doubted me when I said I had seen a sexy photo of Kerry, but could only respond with surprised assent when they saw the picture for themselves. Why isn't this photo on the campaign literature? The people have a right to know the truth about our candidates.
Tim Appelo's obvious bias towards John Kerry couldn't be any clearer [Fall Books, "Now We're Playing Pigball!" Oct. 13]. His diatribe, while amusing, is wrought with factual errors and outright lies. I can only conclude that Appelo is a moron, albeit one with an extremely big mouth. Given the opportunity, I would be happy to spit in Kerry's face. He is a man totally devoid of honor, who betrayed his country, his shipmates, and an entire generation of men and women who served in Vietnam. Appelo, on the other hand, is simply an asshole!
Palm Bay, FL
Clean, But Mediocre
Knute Berger is right—corruption Seattle-style doesn't have much oomph to it [Mossback, "Strippergate and Starbucks," Oct. 13]. I came upon it among some of the public service unions and their leadership who telemarket to support their coffers, and among landlord vultures who cater to students, but nothing to compare with a really big city. And I hear from friends that there's a bit of it on the waterfront. Again, very small-time by comparison. However, this is what helps make Seattle and its art scene, especially its main theaters, into a kind of temple to mediocrity. The elimination of the after-hours clubs in the '40s, things like that. The famous troubles of the homegrown 800-pound gorillas, of course, is cause for hope.
Critic's Canon Misfires
Re Rod Smith's review of Tom Waits' Real Gone ["Resident Evil Two," Oct. 13]: I hate to quibble with an overall positive review, but Smith's claim that "Only 'Baby Gonna Leave Me' . . . finds the guitarist [me] venturing into anything even vaguely resembling rock's domain . . . " bugs me.
I make no claims for the quality of my work, but yo: "Top of the Hill" (and its guitar parts) references hip-hop/funk; "Metropolitan Glide" references the JB's; "Hoist That Rag" has boogaloo Latin/R&B/rock influences from Joe Bataan through Santana; "Shake It" references the Yardbirds; and while the exact border between rock and blues is elusive, "Make It Rain" works within a blues/R&B tradition that "vaguely resembl[es]" rock—or to be more historically accurate, that Brian Jones (the one influence Smith places within rock's "domain") worked very hard to resemble.
Moreover, these tunes rock—and if that represents a contradiction with, for example, Latin influence, don't tell Chuck Berry, Los Lobos, whoever wrote "Louie Louie" (technically, a cha-cha), and all the hip-hop artists incorporating Latin riffs into their work this year.
Smith should be careful where he aims that canon—his "domain" excludes much of rock's past and all of its future. In the words of a great rocker, "Open up the window, gimme some air."
IKEA Diner Drivel
The readers of Seattle Weekly deserve more than a shopping trip afterthought that regrettably provides us with too much information about reviewer Neal Schindler and simply confirms what the consuming public already knows about cafeteria food [The Nosh, Oct. 13].
The IKEA global success as a home-furnishings destination is unparalleled; their catalog is leafed though countless times during the year in our household, and we make a couple of purchasing trips (86 miles round-trip) annually. The IKEA cafeteria is a customer service and passable. End of story . . . except in the Weekly.
In a town that abounds with some of the nation's best dining, why dedicate precious news space and waste your considerable readership's time on such drivel? Perhaps you might want to consider a little vetting on Schindler's list.
John Robert Hill
Don't Call It Meritage
"Wines that blend, say, cabernet sauvignon with syrah are called Meritage wines, but don't take it from us, take Purple House's Meritage/Bordeaux blends wine primer" [Food Files, Oct. 13]:
Cabernet sauvignon with syrah should never be called Meritage wine. Blends of two or more Bordeaux grapes (cabernet sauvignon, cabernet franc, merlot, malbec, petit verdot, gros verdot, carmenere, St. Macaire) may be called Meritage if the winery belongs to the Meritage Association.
Dieter H. Schafer
Like a Fox
For a piece I expected to be biased against our troops, I found Erin Solaro's "Lionesses of Iraq" [Oct. 6] to be one of the best, fairest, and most touching pieces of writing about the Iraqi liberation. If I were not disabled and the military would take me, I would proudly go to Iraq or Afghanistan and give my country, my state, and my alma mater, Skagit Valley College, my all.
I want to commend the Seattle Weekly for being indeed what Fox News says they are: "fair and balanced." You get conservative and liberal viewpoints, all for free as if it's television, and genuine respect for the country and the flag all in one.
Thanks for all you do.
Not a Master Debater
If President Bush can't handle Sen. John Kerry in a debate, how can we expect him to protect us from terrorists, who, as a rule, are a lot meaner and deadlier? This time, trying to put a label on a Democrat won't make him run and hide. Kerry has stood up to people who were shooting at him with real ammo, and Bush's spoiled, rich frat- boy scowling just makes Kerry more determined. Labels don't make policies, people do.
French Pansy Theory
How have we set the bar so low? President Bush's supporters might be trying to spin his rants as "decisive," but every time he opens his mouth, he reveals a disturbing emotional instability and intellectual malfunction.
In Bush's fantasy world, if you're not going to war every five minutes, you're a French pansy who would abdicate the safety of the United States to those scary foreign countries. John Kerry represents the proud legacy of America leading the world in strong alliances. It's very sad for us that President Bush does not command either the intellect or emotional stability to grasp the distinction.
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