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I saw city workers out filling potholes in the street from the recent storms. Naturally, my first thought was, “Hey, if they can get out this soon to patch our aging roads, then we need to cut more government services and create more tax loopholes to protect the rich.”
The 29 percent reduction in water usage in May 2013 compared with May 2012 should not be a reason to turn on the fountains. That was the people of Wichita taking the drought seriously. So the City Council will continue to waste our water because the rest of us conserved?
Install giant funnels above the Wichita City Council’s precious decorative fountains, let the rain fill them with water, call it art, and let the federal government (some other taxpayer) pay for it. Win, win, win.
It was reported that 76 percent of the Kansas legislators have college degrees. Most of them must have skipped economics.
Judging by his critics, I think Rep. Tim Huelskamp is doing a marvelous job.
The NSA collection of phone data is the logical extension of the Patriot Act, which was passed by President Bush in 2001. No one should be surprised by this.
Anyone who shoots into a house without regard to who is in it is just a cowardly homegrown terrorist.
Now that the dust has settled, when are WSU athletic director Eric Sexton and WSU president John Bardo going to have a “Gene Stephenson Day” at Eck Stadium? It is the least they could do to honor Stephenson, who is and always will be “Mr. Baseball” at WSU.
That’s a switch: It used to be, “Not tonight, dear, I have a headache.” Now, according to Drs. Oz and Roizen, it’s, “Honey, I have a headache, can we have sex?” (June 18 Healthy Living) Welcome news to husbands everywhere.
“Dear Abby” was right-on about writing “thank you” notes for gifts. I’ve taken the advice of a wise grandmother who does not include the birthday check with the next year’s card if someone is too lazy or thoughtless to express appreciation.
It seems that “Dear Abby” now approves of shacking up. I’m sure that, like everyone else, she has some excuse for it, but it makes me sad.
If there were a television that could somehow opt out of the crazy weathermen competition, I’d be first in line to buy. I hate that nearly constant bottom-of-the-screen irritation.