March 22, 2014
Fabiola Santiago
The Miami Herald
3511 NW 91st Avenue
Miami, FL 33172

RE: “Ballparks versus Books” – Some comments on today’s column about the unfairness of it all – Part 32 or 33 – when it comes to who gets to dip his beak into the public tax trough.

Ms. Santiago,

What is the sense of being an ink-stained modern American Liberal wench if you can’t get to sing – publically, atonally, and discordantly – its anthems? “Don’t Stop Thinking About Tomorrow”, “Imagine”, and if all else fails, anything about the children leap to mind.

Part of the requirements for gaining admission to the Sanctum Sanctorum is to substitute feelings for ideas. Then, when you think no one is looking, slip in a word whose meaning is unknown to you, said word in this instance being “Machiavellian”, in the hopes that your audience will say “OOOH”.

My passion for high school football is surpassed only by my passion for the Trivium. [You may want to take a quick Google peek at that word.]

I think the English teacher should be held to same to the same exacting standards as the football coach. If Macbeth or Kipling should prove to be too much for him he should have his incompetent ass fired in a most public manner. After all, “it’s good for the children” is sauce for both goose and gander.

I say this because in the real world, a world where “tenure” is a 4 letter word, a world where “stones are hard and water is wet”, that’s how the game is played.

Alas, despite egregiously empirical evidence to the contrary, you believe, I mean really, really believe at least 2 things:

#1 – The more money we spend on schools the better those schools will be.
#2 – Along the way, a way that has no sharp edges or right angles, it’s always good to make a rich guy – Except George Soros and all the Kennedys – a bit less rich.

[How #2 will help an inner city mom, a woman of color, with children in need of a good Ritalin program who live too far away from public transportation to enjoy the benefits of “Midnight Basketball” and “Alternative Shopping” but close enough to be perpetually exploited by the low prices of Wal-Mart and, in a way not yet fully explained, the Koch Brothers, is still a mystery to me.]




I am sorry your penis envy has overcome your supposedly “wise Latina” sense of propriety.

I am going to let you in on a little secret.

The reason no one builds a stadium just to “accommodate female sports teams” is simple.

No one would buy tickets. No jobs would be “created”.
The Summer of Recovery would once again pass into autumn
with only Professor Vivaldi, the noted Italian weatherman, noticing.

Let the winner of the NCAA men’s basketball tournament and the NCAA women’s basketball tournament play each other for a gazillion dollars. Other than the usual buffoonery what good could come from it? It would probably show that there is no crying in basketball either.

OOOPS! I forgot. It’s a “shameless man’s world”, isn’t it?




Kevin Smith