Letters to the Editor - 05.05.11


    East Hampton
    April 26, 2011
To the Editor,
    Two things: Tom Twomey’s piece on the East End nuclear issue was brilliant.
    Two: I was at Woodstock in 1969; 500,000 people cheered when it was announced (by Arlo Guthrie) that the New York Thruway was closed. I walked for hours for a glass of water. I walked five hours round trip to the ladies’ room. There was a large field or two where many of us slept; thousands of others had no place to go. My husband and I were lucky enough to have pitched our tent next to a couple with a station wagon full of food; they fed everybody in our area for two days. Otherwise, no food.
    Now, I can imagine only one thing worse than sitting in traffic on Route 27 in summer and that’s sitting in a 30-mile traffic jam for a day because too many people decided to go east for a music concert too ill advised even to contemplate.
    If this thing is hugely publicized, it will be a total nightmare (as Charline Spektor and others have rightly pointed out).
    Did I mention — young and stupid as we were, most of us cheered to think we had shut down the thruway?

New Pagan Religion
    East Hampton
    April 30, 2011
 Dear David,
    This year’s coincidence of Earth Day occurring on Good Friday (with Passover overlapping) brings into focus an interesting dichotomy. Two solemn events of this world’s great religions collided with two interrelated great hoaxes, the notion that communism is a force for good and Earth Day. The comparison is particularly stark because it is juxtaposed to the greatest forces for good this planet has ever known.
    Good Friday is Christendom’s most solemn day, remembering Jesus Christ’s crucifixion, suffering, burial, and resurrection. This event can be summed up as giving mankind a lesson in consequences, redemption, and true hope for us all.
    I’ll leave it to the local rabbis to speak for Moses and the Old Testament.
    For The Star to mourn the lessening enthusiasm for Earth Day events, while not mentioning Good Friday or Passover, strikes me as an arrogant display of stupidity, irreverence, and a complete lack of humility.
    Earth Day glorifies a new pagan religion. It is the only religion not bound by the usual suspects, in their ridiculous and lame assertion of Constitutional separation of church and state.
    What was actually surprising to me was that there was no editorial celebration of Vladimir I. Lenin’s birthday. Perhaps it was better left to another red-diaper baby who used the occasion of Earth Day to celebrate Margaret Mead, the eugenicist, in the letters section. Gee, where was Rachel Carson in all this nonsense?
    Could it be that, we, the Great Unwashed, are becoming less and less easily fooled by the ridiculous notion that mankind can have any great or lasting effect on this planet.
    Or, could it be that, as we now know that Michael Mann’s infamous hockey stick graph purporting to show manmade global warming conclusively, conveniently left out the Little Ice Age? (The story of Hans Brinker would not have been possible without it.) Other than that, it was perfectly accurate nonsense.
    Two catastrophic events over the last year or so have shown us how truly insignificant we are, the Deepwater Horizon oil spill and the massive Japanese earthquake and subsequent tsunami.
    Here it is a year later, Mother Nature has dealt with the spill to such an extent scientists can barely find any remnants of it to study. As for the other catastrophe, the Japanese nuclear reactors functioned as they were designed to and G.E. will learn from this experience and design even better reactors. But the major problem, in this instance, was the onsite storage of spent nuclear fuel rods. Yucca Mountain ring any bells? Doubtful.
    Earth Day can be summed up as an increasingly lame excuse for elitists to mind everyone else’s business because it’s good for you! And we’re so much smarter than you! You know, tell us what kind of lightbulb to use, how bright they should be, what toilet to use, how many children we should have, how many cups of coffee are good for us, transfats, Twinkies, etc. This list is as endless as the list of natural occurrences blamed on the man-made global warming hoax.
    But wait, there is a glitch. All of them were, curiously, previously blamed on man-made global cooling in the late 1960s and early ’70s with exactly the same remedies.
    Don’t worry — we know what’s good for you!
    What is striking is that the experts on The Star’s editorial board are never correct or right and never factor in the unintended consequences of their green policies. To wit: Solar and wind power will never be cost-effective or clean for the simple reason that the sun doesn’t shine all the time (here or anywhere else on Earth), and the wind doesn’t blow at 30 knots all the time. Therefore, these projects require almost 95 percent of the fossil fuel infrastructure as back-up and/or require heavy metal batteries which create more pollution than the combustion of fossil fuels.
    It’s the energy density, stupid, to paraphrase James Carville. This is why the green projects are losers and must rely on big government bureaucrats for their sustenance.
    In Earth’s time frame, mankind has been here less than the blink of eye. We could simultaneously detonate every nuclear weapon and device ever built by man — Mother Nature (supreme being) will have it all cleaned up and will have moved on to whatever she has in mind to follow mankind. The next master species will be off and procreating faster than we would all like to admit.
    Get over yourselves. There is, after all, redemption, which is what Good Friday is all about.

Slight Concern
    May 1, 2011
To the Editor,    
    To start off, I cast a hopeful vote for Barack Obama in 2008 and was happy he was elected. And then:
    The bailout happened. I know the trouble started before he got there, but I expected a miracle and it didn’t happen. A slight concern emerged.
    Then there was health care. I didn’t know that he destroyed Medicare, and that children, no matter how  poor, got health insurance. Seems un-American, kinda socialistic, don’t you think?
    Then I heard many times that President Obama may be a Muslim terrorist plant or an alien born in Africa or both. I know it’s not been proven but, you know, where there’s smoke there may be fire.
    At this point I stopped to review my feelings about the president. Since the above events were not clear and proven and being a responsible citizen I decided, reluctantly, to continue to support him.
    But now, after reading last week’s issue of The Independent, where Jerry Della Femina in his weekly column, “Jerry’s Ink,” clearly wrote that the election of Mr. Obama resulted in his decision to sell his wonderful restaurant and simultaneously make my gift card worthless, I decided that I’m outta here!

Exclusive Affair
    New York City
    May 2, 2011
Dear Mr. Rattray,
    A few weeks ago, we traveled to Boston for a Democratic fund-raising dinner with President Obama at the Museum of Fine Arts. It promised to be a fairly exclusive affair, with no more than 150 guests seated in the great hall off the rotunda.
    I suppose the extensive security clearances beforehand heightened our excitement for the event. And the e-mail memo proclaiming “cameras permitted” raised my confidence that we would indeed meet the president.
    I found a great photo of my grandson and daughter and had an 8-by-10 print made. I would ask the president to autograph the print: “Joseph — I’ve got your back, and I hope you’ve got mine, Barack Obama” (in that crazy left-handed scrawl of his).
    I think it still bothers a few of my acquaintances that the smartest guy in the room could be a black man. But it makes me smile and I hope my grandson, who is biracial, finds it inspiring.
    Mary took the day off from teaching at the Southampton Elementary School. I played hooky once again from my New York City company, and we drove to Boston in plenty of time for the in-person clearances, the security sweep of the museum, and the gala itself.
    Cocktails and hors d’oeuvres were served in the rotunda as the guests awaited the arrival of our leader. After about an hour, leaning against the marble balcony railing overlooking the first floor of the museum, I noticed seven very tall black men and one or two very tall white men in suits enter the building and make their way quickly to another room. “I assume that’s the Boston Celtics,” I said to anyone near me, “And I assume they are about to meet the president.” A security agent confirmed that that was the case.
    As time passed, I grew restless and a bit concerned that the real meet-and-greet was taking place elsewhere, and that the B-listers would be treated to no more than a wave and thumbs-up from the podium. That the president would not be aware of or sensitive to the fact that this dinner was supposed to be about me and getting the autograph.
    But soon we were ushered into the great hall, and the excitement returned. There were perhaps no more than 40 round tables, set for a banquet. We found our seats as a small army of servers began pouring wine. Democratic political luminaries took their tables at the front of the room. Moments later, Speaker Nancy Pelosi entered and immediately started working the hall, walking table to table, pressing the flesh. A woman at our table said, “I’d love to know who did the work on her face — it’s fantastic!” Brilliant.
    The dining commenced, and along with it the speeches, all of them political, Ms. Pelosi, of course, Rep. Steve Israel, head of the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee, and others whose names are lost in the entrees.
     “We have in this room the power and the will to save our country from those who would turn the clock of progress back 50 years!” (Wild applause . . . well, for a bunch of Boston bluebloods.)
    Finally, President Obama was introduced. (Much wilder applause.) He looked somewhat tired, having toured several schools that very day to promote his education initiatives and what with weighing our country’s options in Libya. And meeting the Celtics, of course.
    His somewhat extemporaneous speech was also political in tone. It was a fund-raiser, after all. He thanked everyone responsible for this magnificent evening personally. He called out their names. He thanked the rest of us for our valuable, continued support and tireless efforts. “We have made progress on our commitments. . . . The job is far from complete. . . . We can never lose sight of the principles that made us a great nation to begin with. . . .” Then he God-blessed us, God-blessed America, and waved farewell.
    I looked at Mary and said, “Let’s get out of here.” No handshake with the president, no autograph. And now we’re driving back to New York City in the middle of the night. Mary will wake up at 5 a.m. the next morning and drive to Southampton to teach the first graders.
    And what do we learn from this event, Mr. Rattray? I believe we learn that I have a self-perception disorder. Or introspection dysfunction. I somehow convince myself that the president’s fund-raising dinner is about me, when it is not. Not even the dinner rolls.
    And in the weeks since that auspicious evening at the Museum of Fine Arts? Our president has signed a bud­get agreement, produced his Hawaiian long-form birth certificate, visited the sites of the Alabama tornado devastation, killed Osama bin Laden, and had a friendly conversation with George W. Bush. High five!
    And me? I’m still trying to get the beach fire mess under control. Would you like to have your picture taken with me, Mr. Rattray? Not a problem.
    God bless Amagansett, and God bless America.


Pay What Back?
    May 1, 2011
To the Editor,
    Sue Avedon must have been born with a silver spoon in her mouth, or she never worked. If she did she would notice on her paystub F.I.C.A., which is a government deduction for future Social Security (letters, April 28). The philosophy of Social Security is it is an entitlement, except you must pay into it in order to receive it.
    My husband and I have worked for over 40 years and paid plenty into Social Security, so who is Sue Avedon to make statements such as we should refuse to accept the entitlements that is holding our money and pay it back. Pay what back, the money they already raided? Her observation is that the attendees at the Tea Party rally consisted of some senior citizens, because they seem to care the most which way the country is going and have deep concern for their children and grandchildren.
    Before you start calling me racist, I hope and pray that Alan West changes his mind and runs for the Republican nomination, or that John McCain’s ideas rub off on the future candidates.

Dear Donald
    Water Mill
    May 2, 2011
To the Editor,
    Dear Donald: I cannot believe how good you were on TV last week. You certainly are the go-getter at any cost. Go ahead, tell all your fabrications and lies; you are dealing with dummies, anyway. So lie, lie, lie. On that count, you are terrific.
    I hate to keep beating a dead fox, but your head looks like one. Do you agree? I mean, deep down, do you love your dead-fox hair? What does it matter? You are one good-looking and sounding guy.
    So there are five congressmen in New York; you said one. Pound it home, you old lying son of a bitch. Keep going. When you are president, you will show them how to lie and cheat, etc.
    I am solidly behind you, as are millions — they love your bullcrap and lies. Keep it going, Donnie, you are the best ever, and I mean you know how to treat the scumbags.
    All the best,

To the Brink
    Sag Harbor
    April 28, 2011
To the Editor,
    Our former empire seems to be in a state of mass confusion. Multiple pre-emptive wars in the Middle East have led us to the brink of World War III. Wars are unpredictable; we can no longer win or end wars. Our foreign policy has become a loony paradox. This is what we want to do but may not be able to do. Uncertainty has been our basic strategy; no one has the answers. So maybe the questions are more important.
    A few that come to mind: Why do we kill for peace? Has war ever ended in peace or the next war? Has war become an addiction? Why have we destroyed villages to save them? Why do we destroy nations to rebuild them? With this warped thinking, is the planet next? Why do we continue to develop new nuclear weapons? Strangely enough, in the past national election, why was war not on the agenda or even discussed as an issue? Where is the reverence for life, anyone’s life? Finally, I believe the most basic and important question today is, is war the solution or a delusion?
    In peace,