Am I the only one who thought this was clever and a nice break in pace over the usual suspects sending our fair city to the Fifth Level of Hell?
To them I say: Grow up, use dirty words, pry that stick out of your ass, and leave the reading to us smart folk! Good work, Mr. Tone.
Humor among the humorless: You know what's funny? People who don't understand parody. (There's a joke in there somewhere with "parity," but I'm too exhausted from laughing at some of those letters to think of anything worth typing.)
There are more out there: This was one of the most amusing pieces I have read in ages. I actually interned with Cincinnati's version of "The Investigator" last spring and can definitely relate to the nonsense you wrote about. I can't wait to read more of your features.
Loved the hate mail: Can I just say the piece on Tom Meyer was one of the funniest articles I've ever read? It was classic!
And after reading your hate mail on the article, I laughed just as hard. Your paper sure does have some readers who are complete morons. Thanks again for the laughs.
Made for TV
Life imitates movie-of-the-week: Great story ["Thy Neighbor's Wife," June 21] -- and very well-written. I've seen less interesting stories on TV. You just about have a movie script. You might have to spice up the ending somewhat, but the story is there.
When pastors make passes: Thank you for publishing the article on the Canfora case. It is important that pastoral and clergy sexual abuse be exposed. There are far too many victims out there who fear coming forward because they think they will not be believed.
While I wish the article had not been seductive in nature in the introduction (that only adds to the problem), I commend you for raising awareness of the issue and providing the name of an organization that exists to help. There is a big difference between an affair between equals and an abusive relationship between a pastor and a counselee or congregant.
Please continue to expose the evil deeds of false shepherds, so the sheep may receive the help they need.
What Jesus wouldn't do: When I was 12 years old, I came home from grade school on May 4, 1970, to learn that my brother, my sister, and several of their friends had just witnessed murder at Kent State. As the truth unfolded over the next several years, one constant message was clear: "The truth demands justice . . . and the truth shall set you free."
Within days, our local priest came to our home and called us communists. He said my siblings "had no right to protest the government." My mom told him to leave and never return. Thank God, at 12, I was freed from that man-made religion.
What I have learned is that victims of any abuse only seek the truth, to stop the abuse, and to prevent others from ever being hurt by these abusers -- even if it's our own government.
Ex-Pastor Gary Coiro will never again abuse his power as a minister to take advantage of vulnerable married women and their families. My son Mark's martyred death is a direct result of this type of abuse. My wife, Dena, is a victim of clergy sexual abuse. Gary Coiro was her predator, and he is armed with psychology, theology, and marriage-counseling degrees. Dena, Mark, and I spoke the truth publicly about this evil man. (Coiro's other victims were revealed dating back to the mid-1980s, while Coiro was married and a leader in churches in Kirtland and Elyria.)
Not all pastors are wolves like Gary Coiro, nor do they represent who Jesus Christ really is.
What He Said
Groping costs extra: There are many times in this favored land when egalitarian democracy and aristocratic plutocracy seem to kiss. The proffering of photographs of individuals with both Congressman Sherrod Brown and Hillary Clinton [First Punch, June 14] constitutes one such instance.
A mere $1,000 is requested for this once-in-a-lifetime privilege, and perhaps the legislator will even condescend to touch the worthy and wealthy constituent. Indeed, we read that the tableau could even have the common citizen/taxpayer placed between the august gentleman and lady of Capitol Hill.
Well, the flinging of one's arm around Hillary's waist would be somewhat improper, of course. Contemporary statecraft cannot brook casual impropriety.