Ruffin lost slots vote; move on
Give up, Phil Ruffin (“Another shot at slots?” March 23 Local & State). You lost the 2007 vote on allowing slot machines at Wichita Greyhound Park.
There are more than enough gambling options nearby for those so inclined, and the 500 or more jobs promised largely would be low-paying. Fast-food establishments are always hiring; we don’t need to open a dog track to find those jobs for anyone.
Lastly, let’s not forget the poor dogs. As a volunteer with a local humane organization, I know of no reason for anyone to breed dogs purposely when a surplus exists and wonderful pets are begging for adoptive homes. Sooner or later, some of these greyhounds, or their offspring, will compete for homes.
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Having a bottomless wallet should not entitle Ruffin to change rules and outcomes that have gone against him.
Corporations spent billions of dollars to buy the presidency, and they couldn’t do it.
It took only a few thousand bucks for AT&T to buy our state Legislature when it came to doing away with landline service that protects the poor and rural Kansans (“Senate passes bill affecting phone services across Kansas,” March 28 Eagle).
Thank you to the five lawmakers (one in the House, four in the Senate) who weren’t bought off at the expense of the poor and the people from rural areas who don’t have cellphone reception.
Can you see this picture? A man is awakened in his farmhouse by the smell of smoke. He jumps out of bed and sees that the barn is on fire. On his way out the door, he yells to his wife to bring the garden hose. She responds that the hose doesn’t reach that far.
“Then start filling buckets. It’ll take me a good 15 minutes to hike into town and rouse the fire department. But stay out of the house; if the barn goes, the house will, too.”
His wife asks, “Why don’t you use the little phone we got?”
“It doesn’t work out here.”
How broken is our system?
I’m trying to figure out what the heck the Defense of Marriage Act is all about. Defending “traditional” marriage against the gays who desire the privilege of marrying another gay?
“Tradition,” DOMA defenders try to explain, is one man marrying one woman. How far back does this tradition go? How about returning to the real traditional days of Abraham or even David of the Old Testament?
Now there’s tradition for you – one man, many women. I think they call this a “harem.”
With at least 50 percent of traditional marriages ending in divorce, shouldn’t we abolish divorce to defend marriage? When I was a (Catholic) kid, divorce was forbidden. Traditional husbands and wives just had to tough it out, or smile and pretend they were happy.
But marriage was safe. Sort of.
Hope for unity
Hope is in the air. The robins are chirping. The trees are budding. It’s spring. There’s hope for good weather and much-needed rain.
The stock market has reached all-time highs, and there is hope the economy is turning around. After years of mismanagement, Beechcraft has returned to being Beechcraft and the hope is for stable employment.
Easter also provided the world with hope. And now a “band of brothers” brings the city, the state and our region hope.
Wichita State University’s journey to the Final Four has been exciting to watch. We can all be proud of the Shockers’ efforts. A Sunday Eagle headline called it “Fourtitude,” which shows that by pulling together and believing in a common goal, you can accomplish almost anything.
It would be nice if that feeling of unity that is so pervasive in our community now would linger awhile and work its magic on the many issues we face. One can only hope.
The University of Kansas’ defeat in the NCAA men’s basketball tournament was hard to swallow and is proving tough to get over. However, seeing Wichita State University shock the nation has certainly helped the mourning process.
A Wichita native, I attended WSU before transferring to KU. My heart proudly pumps crimson and blue now, though I’ve always kept a little place in it for the black and gold.
Traveling back to Wichita recently from New York City, I had high hopes of taking the turnpike to Lawrence to watch the Final Four surrounded by the local faithful. Not to be. Astonishingly, though, staying put in Wichita will accomplish the same effect.
The thrill for me is certainly tempered by the bitter disappointment of KU’s elimination. It’s strange – as if I feel guilty to be excited for a “Rock Chalk”-less Final Four.
Perhaps it’s more hometown loyalty than school allegiance, but I’m looking forward to donning the WuShock instead of my beloved Jayhawk for now. I’ll still be waving the wheat. I guess I’ll just have to stick a stalk of it between my teeth for this one. And proudly so.
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