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MAGAZINE
November 24, 1996
Nina J. Easton's examination of the precarious relationship between "reluctant warrior" Jack Valenti and the V-chip crusaders is a lucid, finely crafted treatise on the sordid nature of paternalistic government and interest-group politics ("He Knows What You Want," Oct. 20). Even more strikingly, Easton demonstrates the outright absurdity of Valenti's election as arbiter of this cultural dispute. The genesis of the V-chip imbroglio is this: It is what free-market-oriented economists call the "tragedy of the commons"--that is, the intractable and vicious conflicts that arise when a given resource, such as television, is "publicly" owned, controlled or supervised.
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May 1, 1985 | MARK I. PINSKY \f7
Mike and Patty Bradbury, whose 3-year-old daughter Laura vanished from Joshua Tree National Monument last fall, were busy Tuesday following up on interest sparked by two nationally broadcast television shows that included information about their daughter's disappearance. Monday night the Huntington Beach couple watched a rebroadcast of "Adam," a dramatization of the abduction and murder of 6-year-old Adam Walsh in Florida, followed by "Missing: Have You Seen This Person?
NEWS
June 4, 1989 | CHARLES HILLINGER, Times Staff Writer
There are a lot of "I'd Rather Be Driving My Studebaker" bumper stickers visible around this northern Indiana city. It's not surprising. This was Studebaker country for 111 years, the home of the longest-lived vehicle company in the world. The first Studebaker wagon was manufactured here in 1852, the last American Studebaker automobile, a 1964 Lark, on Dec. 20, 1963. (The company's Canadian factory continued to make Studebaker automobiles until March, 1966.) Studebaker Street is South Bend's main thoroughfare.
NEWS
October 18, 1992 | JOHN BALZAR, TIMES STAFF WRITER
With so much American wit and wisdom expressed on T-shirts, ball caps, bumper stickers, neckties, mud flaps, post cards, sneakers, jackets, blimps, suitcases, scoreboards, lunch buckets, gag underwear and the like, it's pretty hard to catch anyone's attention in these agitated, overactive days. At first sight of one particular bumper sticker, back in Seattle, I thought it only curious. The second time, a week or so later in Richmond, Va.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
February 1, 1994 | AL MARTINEZ
Suppose you gave a peace movement and nobody came? That's the state we're in now that the Cold War is over and hardly anyone is worried about nuclear missiles falling from the skies. Well, yes, there's that situation in Bosnia where children are dying in the snow, but since that doesn't threaten us directly we can accept a little, you know, hell-raising here and there. Everyone on this side of the old Iron Curtain cheered when the Berlin Wall came down and the Soviet Union fell apart.
SPORTS
January 18, 1989 | Scott Ostler
Ask Mr. Negative, to whom every cloud has a silver lining, no doubt due to atmospheric pollution or radioactive fallout. Or maybe because his eyes are going bad from staring at this damn word-processor screen . . . When Gaylord Perry missed being voted into the Baseball Hall of Fame, winding up 34 votes shy of the 336 needed for enshrinement, were you disappointed? Heartbroken. I thought he should have missed by 336 votes.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
February 5, 2008 | DANA PARSONS
I (heart) Obama. Just kidding! I don't (heart) anybody in politics. At least, not in real life. I don't give money to them, put bumper stickers on my car or signs in my yard. I'm not even sure if I can tell people whom I'm voting for today. I don't do any of these things for one simple reason: My employer forbids me to exercise any of these fundamental freedoms, no matter how excited I may be about this year's presidential sweepstakes. To which I say: Good for my employer. Should I be outraged?
NEWS
April 1, 2007 | Angie Wagner, Associated Press Writer
It's dead inside Favorites bar this afternoon, where the propped-open door spills a bit of light onto the ancient Elvis pinball machine and the grumpy man puffing on a cigarette in front of the video poker machine. There's no food here, unless you count the vending machine against the green wall. Owner Ray Medrano had to make a choice: Close the kitchen -- or ban smoking in the joint altogether. His customers love their smokes more than their food, so the kitchen lost.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
September 29, 1992 | KIMBER JERRILS, Kimber Jerrils is a free-lance writer in Garden Grove. and
Like many an impoverished writer struggling with her craft and the recession, I own a car past its prime and aesthetically none too pleasing. I decided it was time to go the "kitsch" route, thinking bumper stickers might give the ride character. Mind you, I did not seek out the portentous bumper sticker that was to cause me considerable grief: When I signed a pro-choice petition, I was handed the sticker printed in brightest blue and yellow. It read simply: "Pro-Choice."
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