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Letters 10-27-2014

Paging Doctor Dan: The doctor’s promise to repeal Obamacare reminds me of the frantic restaurant owner hurrying to install an exhaust fan after the kitchen burns down. He voted 51 times to replace the ACA law; a colossal waste of money and time. It’s here to stay and he has nothing to replace it.

Evolution Is Real Science: Breathtaking inanity. That was the term used by Judge John Jones III in his elegant evisceration of creationist arguments attempting to equate it to evolutionary theory in his landmark Kitzmiller vs. Dover Board of Education decision in 2005.

U.S. No Global Police: Steven Tuttle in the October 13 issue is correct: our military, under the leadership of the President (not the Congress) is charged with protecting the country, its citizens, and its borders. It is not charged with  performing military missions in other places in the world just because they have something we want (oil), or we don’t like their form of government, or we want to force them to live by the UN or our rules.

Graffiti: Art Or Vandalism?: I walk the [Grand Traverse] Commons frequently and sometimes I include the loop up to the cistern just to go and see how the art on the cistern has evolved. Granted there is the occasional gross image or word but generally there is a flurry of color.

NMEAC Snubbed: Northern Michigan Environmental Action Council (NMEAC) is the Grand Traverse region’s oldest grassroots environmental advocacy organization. Preserving the environment through citizen action and education is our mission.

Vote, Everyone: Election Day on November 4 is fast approaching, and now is the time to make a commitment to vote. You may be getting sick of the political ads on TV, but instead, be grateful that you live in a free country with open elections. Take the time to learn about the candidates by contacting your county parties and doing research.

Do Fluoride Research: Hydrofluorosilicic acid, H2SiF6, is a byproduct from the production of fertilizer. This liquid, not environmentally safe, is scrubbed from the chimney of the fertilizer plant, put into containers, and shipped. Now it is a ‘product’ added to the public drinking water.

Meet The Homeless: As someone who volunteers for a Traverse City organization that works with homeless people, I am appalled at what is happening at the meetings regarding the homeless shelter. The people fighting this shelter need to get to know some homeless families. They have the wrong idea about who the homeless are.

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The New Reign of Censorship Terror on TV

Harley L. Sachs - February 17th, 2005
First it was B.O. and now it’s E.D. -- part of the current flap over what’s okay to broadcast on television that goes back for decades.
B.O. was part of the old radio Lifebuoy deodorant soap commercial. It was usually broadcast with the sound effect of a fog-bound buoy and stood for “body odor” as in, “Do you have B.O.?” That’s pretty personal; like who would have the nerve to walk up to someone at the office, make a fog horn sound, and hand him a bar of Lifebuoy?
The B.O. ad spawned jokes about Y.S. as in “Do you have Y.S.?” meaning “You Stink.” That was in the days’ when a shower a week was the norm. We’ve cleaned up since, most of us.
Toothpaste was once considered too intimate an item of personal hygiene to be advertised on the pages of newspapers. In the 1960s a J. C. Penney catalog bathing suit picture showing a woman’s bare midriff airbrushed out her navel. They must have thought there was something risqué or embarrassing about a belly button. Now the current fashion has girls wearing pants so low there’s a risk of showing a lot more than a mere navel.
When I was a kid the word pregnant was never spoken aloud. It was whispered, or a woman was described as “being in a family way” or more crudely as “having a bun in the oven.” Condom was a word not used in mixed company. Condoms were officially classified as obscene articles and could not be mailed. I once hitched a ride with a condom salesman who explained that they could only be sold as an aid to prevention of venereal disease, now called S.T.D. Birth control was illegal.
But E.D.? Thank goodness my kids are all grown up. I don’t have to be asked by some five-year-old, “Daddy, what’s E.D.?”
E.D. is a euphemism, of course, for erectile dysfunction. The abbreviation was first made public by Bob Dole who had the courage to mention it, with happy wife at hand, when advertising Viagra. I guess he needed the money to pay off his campaign debts. Now Viagra has competitors like Cialis and Levitra, for which we get frequent television exposure.
“Will you be ready when the time is ripe?” or “It’s about the quality” make these products even more awkward to explain to the little kids in the household as in “What time is that?” and “Quality of what?”
Animal preservationists will be pleased by this line of products, for they are legal substitutes for rhino horn, a traditional folk medicine. With rhinos nearly extinct, all those poor fellows and their partners who suffer from E.D. have a new lease on virility, or so I’m told.

Since I take a blood pressure medication, a dose of one of those products might put me permanently out of all action from a sudden drop in blood pressure. That’s my excuse for not writing a personal endorsement testimonial.

These products might have saved the career of Mr. Honda who, when receiving an honorary Ph.D. At Michigan Technological University’s commencement, explained that he retired because as a Japanese executive, he could no longer stay out as late at night, drink as much saki, or have as frequent sex. No kidding. I didn’t know that was part of a CEO’s job description.
And to think that for a long time TV ads could not show a woman modeling a Cross-Your-Heart bra. Now that almost anything goes, the FCC is rolling back the standard of what’s appropriate, with hefty fines to boot.
Recently, a number of TV stations around the country cancelled broadcasts of “Saving Private Ryan” on Veterans Day because it’s loaded with soldierly profanities. Even though the film had run with little reaction on mainstream television on two other occasions, fear of an FCC fine kept Private Ryan in the trenches.

Maybe it’s time to have R-rated commercials. I don’t have a V-chip in my TV, but even if I did, I don’t think they’d work with commercials. What’s next? No modeling of condoms, T.G. (Thank Goodness), at least not yet. When that happens some of us will rush to the psychiatrist with a bad case of P.E. The second word that represents is Envy. You figure out the first one yourself.
 
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