Ag candidate's comedy routine a disgrace
The Democratic nominee for agriculture commissioner, Bob Farmer, is a disgrace to the ticket. His ugly "comedy" routine making fun of Eastern Kentucky is hurtful and beyond belief.
How sad that one would try to find humor in perpetuating such ugly stereotypes. This surely says something about Farmer's lack of integrity. To excuse his actions by saying he released these same comments on CD several years prior only shows he has a history of being grossly insensitive, out of touch and undeserving of our vote.
Thank you Judge-Executive Wayne T. Rutherford of Pike County for making it clear Farmer would not be welcomed to make a return visit to Pikeville. I certainly hope he is never asked to come to Magoffin County.
I intend to tell anyone who will listen why they should not vote for him. If you can't bring yourself to vote for the Republican candidate, join me in leaving it blank.
Charlotte W. Gillum
No vote an option
Bob Farmer, not Richie Farmer, is running for agriculture commissioner of Kentucky. Bob Farmer has used the people of Eastern Kentucky in his so-called comedy routine for 25 years. Think of all the negativism this condescending elitist from Louisville has spread over the past 25 years about the people of Eastern Kentucky.
Come election time, let's keep Bob Farmer in Louisville.
Anybody who thinks half of the people in Kentucky are toothless, barefoot, incestuous hillbillies has no right to hold public office.
Larry D. Thacker Sr.
Coal a friend, indeed
In response to a June 22 letter, "Coal: selfish 'friend,'" I am compelled to defend my friendship.
First, to answer the question, "Did coal attend my wedding or send my child a birthday card?" Yes, of course, coal was at my wedding, as a guest of honor, coal paid for my wedding. Secondly, coal did send my child a birthday card every year. Not only did coal send the card, but paid for the card, too.
Those are not the only monetary contributions my friend provided. Coal paid for my education and also helped my neighbors by providing the essentials needed for them to live, such as housing, food and clothing. Quite often, coal assisted in affording items such as cars, trips to the doctor and other gifts that we think of as necessities. The method of payment that coal used for all these gifts was the opportunity for jobs.
Coal was not only generous to Kentuckians, but was charitable to people who live in other states by providing them affordable electricity.
To answer the final question: "Why the need to promote our friend coal?" The coal industry does not receive tax incentives to operate, but sends a percentage of every ton mined back to Frankfort, as coal severance tax, into the general fund.
Hopefully, this explanation of my friendship reflects why so many of us are proud to acknowledge our good friend coal.
Lisa Walters VanderMale
More cleanup work
For years I have criticized people for throwing their trash along our roadways and streets. I have classified them as reincarnated pigs.
That is until I read the June 25 letter "Leave mess, create jobs," encouraging people to leave trash to be picked up at fast-food restaurants. Only then did I realize how amiss I have been all these years. How silly of me not realizing those trash throwers are actually a task force to create jobs.
Also I was amazed the unemployment rate for teenagers was only 24.9 percent, especially when factoring in those too lazy to work plus those who cannot pass the drug test.
Phillip M. Ellis
Where help is needed
This is in response to the article "City plans to make streets safer for cyclists" (June 20).
Considering the number of passionate comments online concerning this article, it seems like it really struck a nerve. I too am once again stricken by the irony of the effort to which the city will go to accommodate cyclists and pedestrians in certain areas of the city while ignoring others.
For years I have tried to bring attention to the matter of missing cross lights and dangerous areas in North Lexington. I have contacted city and state departments, including Kenzie Gleason, who is mentioned in this article.
I am horrified when I see pedestrians, some in wheelchairs or pushing strollers, trying to maneuver New Circle Road or the underpass near Whitaker Bank Ball Park. I'm assuming most are there out of necessity, not walking or riding for exercise or to "go green."
It has been very frustrating to get attention to this matter.
Next time you're in this area, envision yourself without the luxury of a car or benefit of any cross lights or proper crosswalk markings. The saying says "walk a mile in my shoes." I say you'd be risking your life in certain parts of town.
Council kicks the can
As hard as it is for me to believe, hell has finally frozen over.
Not only did I agree with Joel Pett's cartoon showing all the cameras "shooting" the sandhill cranes and the lone hunter "shooting," then lo and behold, there was the June 21 editorial saying the Lexington council lacks budget discipline. I couldn't have said it better.
This is what has been going on for a decade. Everybody just kicks the can on down the road. So here we are with yet another council that's afraid of doing what needs to be done.
Voters, remember next election day who had guts and a backbone to do the right thing.
Kindness all around
When I attended the performance of Porgy and Bess at the Singletary Center, my change-purse fell from my fur muff and I didn't know it was missing until I "melted" at the intermission.
Being immersed in the magnificent singing and staging, and a fairly new widow, I "melted" as they sang the final love song. I do not cry like ladies in the movies. I bawl, and you could hear me in Oklahoma, so I fled.
In the lobby, Everett McCorvey, director of University of Kentucky Opera Theatre, asked me if I had a problem and I tried to tell him. He handed the cab driver a twenty and said, "Take her home," which the man from Atlanta did.
That's when I let it all out, grateful for all the combined help.
When I called to ask about my change-purse, no one had seen it, so you can imagine my surprise when a call from the front desk at Mayfair Village said they had the "billfold" and did I want to come get it. Did I!
This auld soul got as far as the ticket office, and I asked about the billfold. Melissa Bailey said, "I have it in my office and I'll go get it." Bless her youth.
I not only have my lost purse and money, I have a tremendous appreciation of the integrity and the honesty of those who came to my rescue. Thank you ever so much.