Longtime Cat fans deprived by TV arrangement
Something is puzzling me. Why is it suddenly impossible to see some University of Kentucky ball games on television unless you have ESPNU?
There are a lot of people who cannot afford all the extra channels. In a state where basketball is so popular it is a shame that money has become so important that it matters more than individuals who have supported the Kentucky ball teams most of their lives.
When you can see only part of the games during a regular season you tend to lose interest.
Never miss a local story.
Thelma G. deBoer
I moved here in April into the midst of much excitement over the building of a Noah's Ark theme park. Has the project sunk into oblivion?
Not a word appears on the project's Web site except for the continued plea for us farmers and other minimum-wage workers to sponsor a wooden peg for $10 a month.
Is the delay due to a miscalculation of how easy it would be to dupe citizens into supporting it? Can people call the governor's office for the latest "news of Noah?" Or must one call Answers in Genesis for answers in Williamstown?
Help child victims
I am a single mother of two and I support HCR 38, recently received in the state Senate.
I am a survivor of domestic violence, which included my children on several occasions. This type of behavior is commonplace in many households throughout Kentucky. These children are all too often the victims likely to suffer the greatest amount of trauma.
On behalf of other mothers and children, I urge the Senate to pass this legislation creating a task force to search for ways to protect children from the effects of domestic violence.
And I call upon my fellow citizens to support this bill by calling your senators and voicing your support.
Last fall, with the assistance of a local guide, I visited two horse farms and attended a race at Keeneland. The countryside around Lexington is beautiful, as is the area near the racetrack. I stood at the rail near the finish line and saw, heard and felt the magnificent horses go thundering by.
I then began learning about some of the long-term problems in the industry that tend to diminish the glow surrounding the sport.
Owners are demanding speed of 2-, 3- and 4-year-old horses whose joints and ligaments are still developing, leading to injuries at an early age. In addition, horses have probably been overbred to be fast but fragile.
Horses are fed high-powered supplements to enhance metabolism. The supplements and the stress of forced speed lead to bleeding ulcers and other health problems.
The riders whip the horses during races. Is this really necessary? If the jockeys were prohibited from using a whip or spurs, they would still be competing on an even basis.
After probably a short racing career, most horses end up in a slaughterhouse in Canada or Mexico after a long, stressful trip. These establishments are usually unsupervised and their methods are often unnecessarily cruel and inefficient.
If Lexington, as the horse capital of the world, were to become known as the place where all racehorses are treated with care and respect, what a wonderful tribute to the city, and we would have another answer to the question, "What makes life beautiful in Lexington?"
Eat more horse meat
So, now horse meat is available ("Congress reopens door to horse slaughter," Dec. 1).
Let's open up Cube Steak Charlie's at Keeneland. Every now and then you can toss one of those million-dollar ponies into the old grinder and we could charge a little extra, calling it the special, and make a few bucks more for the to-go plate.
So when Keeneland's having the races, people can enjoy a fine taste and instead of saying, "Boy, I hope me horsey wins today," they could say, "Wonder how that baby will taste with gravy on it?"
The business world still has a chance to save us before America goes under. Sure.
Floyd C. Shipley
Music fights racism
I loved Rutheford B. Campbell Jr.'s piece on Etta James and WLAC in Nashville.
His encounter with both of them would have occurred at roughly the same time I was in my bedroom on the edge of the Arizona desert listening to hillbilly music and black gospel out of Shreveport, La., or twisting the dial of my old Zenith radio trying to pick up Tex-Mex and rock 'n' roll from XERF or one of the other border blaster stations — thank you, Wolfman Jack. That was where I learned insomnia.
Then all those British and Irish punks showed up in the early 1960s and brought our blues back home. That was when my poor mother figured out that I was not going to be a Nazarene preacher.
I firmly believe our encounters with music helped bring about our own enlightenment, incredibly enriched our lives and destroyed much of the institutionalized racism that enslaved all of us.
Those encounters also proved that one genre of music was not inherently better than another based on which race performed it or listened to it, or whether it was played in a honky tonk or a concert hall.
If anyone wishes to hear some of the music that Campbell refers to, I strongly recommend the CD sets Night Train To Nashville, volumes 1 and 2. This stuff smokes and the old commercials are a hoot.