LETTER: Sex offender registry makes no sense
I completely disagree. While maybe there are some who shouldn’t necessarily be on the registry, we as parents have a right to know if we have a child rapist living a block over.
I personally had a sex offender living one street over. And his victim was a young boy around my sons age.
This is understandable but not rational. You don’t know what convicted arsonists, murderers, robbers, or burglars live near you. You can’t see all of the people convicted of family violence offenses in the closest apartment complex.
Continue reading The sex-offender registry is mostly about making you feel safer without actually making things safer
The other day, the Odessa American reported on the John Ben Shepperd Public Leadership Institute’s event on policing, and as reported, the featured guests said some troubling things.
First, both outgoing Ector County Sheriff Mark Donaldson and Odessa Police Chief Tim Burton suggested folks ought to comply with whatever an officer tells them to do in order to protect themselves.
Now, women in the audience might not feel completely comfortable following that advice if interacting with former police officer Salvador Becerra during a traffic stop or former deputy Alfred John Herrera once in jail.
Or maybe that’s not fair. Only rarely do peace officers sexually assault people they have in their custody.
Continue reading Law is obeyed of respect, power obeyed of fear
The other day, Will Holford wrote an interesting column supposedly explaining the ongoing value of the Electoral College and presidential primary process.
What’s especially interesting is that he spent no real time talking about primaries, and none of what he said about the Electoral College ended up making sense. Continue reading It’s time to drop out of the Electoral College
The other day my friend sent me a text message just before midnight.
“I need a drink,” it said.
I asked what that had to do with me, but we both knew.
Continue reading A drought doesn’t mean elsewhere grass is greener
The other day, retired cyclist Lance Armstrong gave up his fight against doping accusations. The other day, Apollo 11 astronaut Neil Armstrong died.
Both were inevitable, but in the way you don’t want to think about and for entirely different reasons.
Continue reading The Armstrongs each stretch the imagination
I don’t have an electric car.
One day we probably all will, and pedestrians and bicyclists will die in even greater numbers because they can’t hear the vehicles coming their way, but I don’t.
Yet for some reason, I keep confusing the battery life in my cell phone with the amount of fuel in my gas tank. I “feel” like I’m driving on fumes when my phone says it’s at 3 percent, even though I know this is stupid and I know that I’m doing it.
Continue reading My interactive editor sense is tingling
The other day, I reread the first column I wrote for the Odessa American because I remembered it was about the 2008 Olympics in Beijing, and I was very upset about the fact that we hadn’t won the “true” medal count.
Don’t tell me we have the most medals, list us first and pretend that matters. Don’t tell me we still got second and ought be pleased with ourselves for that. Don’t tell me the Chinese girls cheated and are younger than they claim to be and our poor 16-year-olds didn’t have a chance.
We lost, and I don’t care if it’s basketball, diving or dressage, we ought to bring home the gold. We ought to win. We’re American. That’s what we do; that’s who we are.
Continue reading Yeah, but what was Paul Ryan’s split in the 4×100?