Machines in library
They have automated the Wyandotte West Library, replacing people with machines.
I do not like this. I go to the library not only for books but to have interaction with people I have known for years.
I fear this is not good and will eventually kill the thing I love most.
Never miss a local story.
Vernon W. Justice
Kansas City, Kan.
Democracy might be defined as a form of government in which power is vested in the people and exercised directly by them under a free electoral system. To me, it is represented by the simple tenet of one person, one vote. But that’s not the case in America today.
The U.S. Supreme Court decision known as Citizens United allows political action groups to spend unlimited sums to influence our elections, which overwhelms the voices of individuals.
The race for president reportedly will tally up to $5 billion. It doesn’t matter which candidates or party you favor, this is not democracy in action.
If you believe Citizens United is an affront to the rights of average citizens, please join groups such as Public Citizen in their efforts to pass a constitutional amendment to reverse the effect of Citizens United. It’s not an impossible task.
High cost of guns
Read a Facebook post that is so powerful I wanted to share it:
The gun lobby walks up to the American people and asks, “Would you allow me to sell as many of my products in an unregulated manner, including to the mentally unstable and criminally minded, if it only cost you a few tens of thousands of deaths a year?”
The American people respond: “Of course. No one should limit our liberty.”
The gun lobby then asks: “What if that included an average of two mass shootings a month in elementary schools, movie theaters and places of worship?”
The American people respond: “Of course not! We value the lives of innocent citizens. What kind of country do you take us for?”
Gun lobby replies: “We’ve already established that. Now we’re just haggling over price.”
Payday loan stress
Most Missourians are just one disaster away from financial ruin; just one in three has any emergency savings. That’s why payday loans — short-term, low-dollar credit lines — are invaluable.
But a new Consumer Financial Protection Bureau proposal would cap interest rates on payday loans, prohibit borrowers from taking out multiple loans and require lenders to verify a potential customer’s finances.
These changes would decimate the industry, including the more than 800 payday operations in Missouri.
The payday industry serves a valuable function for millions of Americans, loaning to people with poor credit or unstable income when traditional banks refuse to do so.
Banning payday loans would force people to turn to genuinely destructive means of getting cash, such as overdrawing their bank accounts or bouncing checks. These new rules would smother an industry that serves a valuable function for everyday citizens.
It does not surprise me that some men think that avoiding a problem with elected males’ dalliance with female interns is to require a dress code for the young women.
But if female interns were required to dress in nuns’ habits, there would be males who complained of female trickery.
What some males see as women trying to intrude on a “man’s world” is difficult.
I suggest such suffering males be weeded out of the process of seeking elective office. This could be accomplished with a psychological test designed and carried out by women.
In 1929, my widowed mother who was seeking employment was told: “Any decent woman has a man supporting her.” Prostituting herself as a wife was acceptable.
Later, when I sought employment, the male interviewer leered at me, saying: “We both know why you are here. The only question is how much.”
Yes, it has been great fun being female.
Now someone is touting a pill that will bring female performance in sex up to the standard of male perpetual high performance. This being a family newspaper, I will refrain from comment.
Memories of coach
I was a pole vaulter/long jumper coached by Bob Timmons at Wichita East High School in the early 1960s. I’ll never forget my first practice.
On a frigid Monday afternoon, I trudged through a foot of snow to the field house. The scene inside was chaos, with managers checking in more than 100 athletes.
Then, we sat on the concrete floor. Coach Timmons spoke briefly and introduced assistant coach J.D. Edmiston. He then asked a manager, Bob Gates, “What’s it like outside?”
“Cold, blowing and flurries, coach.”
“OK. Put your sweats on, boys. Out to the track.”
We ran a mile that day. Coach ran with us. Frozen agony, yes. This was crazy. I considered quitting. Many did Tuesday. I stayed. My reward?
I was a member of two state championship teams and learned you work hard every day. When you excelled, Coach Timmons would look you in the eye, saying softly, “I’m proud of you.”
You’d knock down a wall in the field house to get another “I’m proud of you.”
So what to make of the work, sweat and pain — the coach? You learn to like it. And you love him.