Carl Moore

"Clinton's Green Finale" (editorial, May 15) is a fig leaf for the embarrassing stain he's left on the Oval Office. CARL MOORE Lomita

Re "Now This Is His Kind of Company," by Betsy Sharkey, Sept. 15: Is Michael Moore a cinematic genius? He makes a movie based on the absurdly false notion that socialism works and capitalism doesn't and has the audience roaring in approval at the end. Or is it less Moore's genius and more the liberal audience's ignorance at work here? I wonder how his anti-capitalist screed would play in the run-down barrios of that wonderland of socialism, Castro's Cuba? Carl Moore Lomita :: Michael Moore's last film, "Sicko": An extremely obese man produces a film that lectures people on health.

IF hip-hop lyrics such as "He ain't gon drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs" is an example of anti-Bush protest, then, clearly, it isn't Bush who should be worried but hip-hop itself. CARL MOORE Lomita

IF hip-hop lyrics such as "He ain't gon drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs" is an example of anti-Bush protest, then, clearly, it isn't Bush who should be worried but hip-hop itself. CARL MOORE Lomita

According to Robert Scheer, in the last 20 years we've done nothing right in Afghanistan (Commentary, Nov. 27). Let's see, in that time the Soviet Union was kicked out and eventually collapsed, ending the Cold War, the Taliban has been defeated, Osama bin Laden and terrorists everywhere are on the run, Saddam Hussein is shaking in his boots and the Afghans are free to set up whatever government they want. Of course, if they choose anything less than a Jeffersonian democracy, complete with a Bill of Rights, it will be our fault.

Re " 'Kidnapped' by Drivel, We Invite World Hatred," Commentary, Feb. 7: If it weren't for morally superior intellectuals such as Norah Vincent, we poor boobs in TV land would never know that shows such as "Fear Factor" and "Kidnapped" were silly escapist fare. How dare we not spend all our time worrying about kidnapped journalists and global crises! Oh, the shame of it--actually laughing at contestants eating chocolate-covered worms while people around the world are starving and killing each other.

Re "Now This Is His Kind of Company," by Betsy Sharkey, Sept. 15: Is Michael Moore a cinematic genius? He makes a movie based on the absurdly false notion that socialism works and capitalism doesn't and has the audience roaring in approval at the end. Or is it less Moore's genius and more the liberal audience's ignorance at work here? I wonder how his anti-capitalist screed would play in the run-down barrios of that wonderland of socialism, Castro's Cuba? Carl Moore Lomita :: Michael Moore's last film, "Sicko": An extremely obese man produces a film that lectures people on health.

Re "Real Test Is, Did the Kids Learn to Think?" Commentary, Nov. 5: Roger Weaver is correct when he says that creativity and original thinking cannot be measured by "a sheet of bubbles with a No. 2 pencil." But the ability to do mathematics can be tested. So too can grammar, spelling, vocabulary, knowledge of history and an understanding of literature. A student who cannot read or understand what he's reading, who cannot do basic math, who cannot write a simple essay and who doesn't know his own country's history, all of which can be tested, is in no position to do original thinking or create anything.

Barbara Kingsolver and the remnants of the leftist '60s are squirming in their peacenik souls, watching the country waving flags and uniting behind a determined president ("A Pure, High Note of Anguish," Opinion, Sept. 23). After boiling down her "I feel everybody's pain" drivel, what remains is the old leftist argument of moral equivalency. We Americans are just as guilty of terrorism (Hiroshima, Nicaragua, etc.) as anyone else, so the argument goes, but in our arrogance and isolation we've never "felt" its consequences.

Thank you for putting Aaron McGruder on the cover of your magazine ("He's Gotta Fight the Powers That Be," by Greg Braxton, April 25). It's about time someone gave him recognition. On C-SPAN I happened to see McGruder giving a speech to a university. For the first time I heard someone publicly voice real concerns about the Bush administration--clearly, intelligently and even humorously. Hearing McGruder gave me renewed faith in the idea of freedom of speech and the possibility of meaningful dissent with a sitting administration.

TIM RUTTEN is a typical thin-skinned liberal, squealing in shock from Ann Coulter's barbs ["Ann, Let's Call It What It Is," June 10]. Coulter isn't selling pornography, she's selling satirical humor -- and doing it with great success. Readers are buying her books because she's funny. And why is she funny? Because underneath the hyperbole, she speaks truth to power. She's popping the balloons of gasbag liberals, puffed up with their smug holier-than-thou arrogance, of which Rutten is the L.A. Times' primo example.

Thank you for putting Aaron McGruder on the cover of your magazine ("He's Gotta Fight the Powers That Be," by Greg Braxton, April 25). It's about time someone gave him recognition. On C-SPAN I happened to see McGruder giving a speech to a university. For the first time I heard someone publicly voice real concerns about the Bush administration--clearly, intelligently and even humorously. Hearing McGruder gave me renewed faith in the idea of freedom of speech and the possibility of meaningful dissent with a sitting administration.

Re "Real Test Is, Did the Kids Learn to Think?" Commentary, Nov. 5: Roger Weaver is correct when he says that creativity and original thinking cannot be measured by "a sheet of bubbles with a No. 2 pencil." But the ability to do mathematics can be tested. So too can grammar, spelling, vocabulary, knowledge of history and an understanding of literature. A student who cannot read or understand what he's reading, who cannot do basic math, who cannot write a simple essay and who doesn't know his own country's history, all of which can be tested, is in no position to do original thinking or create anything.

Re " 'Kidnapped' by Drivel, We Invite World Hatred," Commentary, Feb. 7: If it weren't for morally superior intellectuals such as Norah Vincent, we poor boobs in TV land would never know that shows such as "Fear Factor" and "Kidnapped" were silly escapist fare. How dare we not spend all our time worrying about kidnapped journalists and global crises! Oh, the shame of it--actually laughing at contestants eating chocolate-covered worms while people around the world are starving and killing each other.

According to Robert Scheer, in the last 20 years we've done nothing right in Afghanistan (Commentary, Nov. 27). Let's see, in that time the Soviet Union was kicked out and eventually collapsed, ending the Cold War, the Taliban has been defeated, Osama bin Laden and terrorists everywhere are on the run, Saddam Hussein is shaking in his boots and the Afghans are free to set up whatever government they want. Of course, if they choose anything less than a Jeffersonian democracy, complete with a Bill of Rights, it will be our fault.

Barbara Kingsolver and the remnants of the leftist '60s are squirming in their peacenik souls, watching the country waving flags and uniting behind a determined president ("A Pure, High Note of Anguish," Opinion, Sept. 23). After boiling down her "I feel everybody's pain" drivel, what remains is the old leftist argument of moral equivalency. We Americans are just as guilty of terrorism (Hiroshima, Nicaragua, etc.) as anyone else, so the argument goes, but in our arrogance and isolation we've never "felt" its consequences.

TIM RUTTEN is a typical thin-skinned liberal, squealing in shock from Ann Coulter's barbs ["Ann, Let's Call It What It Is," June 10]. Coulter isn't selling pornography, she's selling satirical humor -- and doing it with great success. Readers are buying her books because she's funny. And why is she funny? Because underneath the hyperbole, she speaks truth to power. She's popping the balloons of gasbag liberals, puffed up with their smug holier-than-thou arrogance, of which Rutten is the L.A. Times' primo example.

Veteran country music disc jockey and band leader Carl (Squeekin' Deacon) Moore died of cancer Tuesday in Huntington Beach. He was 83. Born in Paragould, Ark., Moore began his show business career when he booked his small dance band into tobacco warehouses in the South after World War I. He began playing the hotel dance band circuit in the Midwest in the 1920s. By the 1930s, he was a regular feature in the ballrooms of Chicago, Cincinnati, Indianapolis and Louisville.

"Clinton's Green Finale" (editorial, May 15) is a fig leaf for the embarrassing stain he's left on the Oval Office. CARL MOORE Lomita

Veteran country music disc jockey and band leader Carl (Squeekin' Deacon) Moore died of cancer Tuesday in Huntington Beach. He was 83. Born in Paragould, Ark., Moore began his show business career when he booked his small dance band into tobacco warehouses in the South after World War I. He began playing the hotel dance band circuit in the Midwest in the 1920s. By the 1930s, he was a regular feature in the ballrooms of Chicago, Cincinnati, Indianapolis and Louisville.