Denise Grollmus' article on the errant Judge McGinty ["Trial and Error," May 24] was very well written and very depressing. People's lives should not be in the hands of a demented bastard like McGinty. But what does all this say about a justice system that lets this continue?
If there is any justice at all, McGinty will get caught at something or other -- or, even better, accused, tried, and convicted of something he didn't do.
C'mon, God, do your magic.
Our Lady Would Weep
The Notre Dame disconnect: I am shocked by the behavior of such an esteemed college ["Hush," May 17]. It takes a courageous and savvy journalist to uncover such a blatant cover-up and bring it to the attention of the masses. Disbanding a trained police force in favor of private guards in order to provide a safer community for students? There seems to be a disconnect here.
This was a captivating story, which I am glad to have found on the web. Ms. Meiser's vivid writing draws the reader into the story. I am impressed by her ability not only to write about dating in a sassy manner, but also to approach meaningful issues with professionalism. I look forward to searching for more of her articles in the future.
Gently Smiling Jaws
Always open for business: I cannot believe what I just read in this article ["Monsters of Misery Court," April 26].
My best friend is going through a divorce case already into its second year. Her husband's lawyer is Stafford. Now everything she has said makes sense. This article could have been written about her. What an outrage. These judges need to take care of their end of the job.
This Grinch'll sue: Is it possible to get a fair shake in "Misery Court" [April 26]? Not a chance in the world -- especially if you have the misfortune of meeting up with Joe Stafford.
If you have never met Joe, picture a wretched Grinch wearing an elegant robe. As the elevator opens at the third-floor courtrooms, trumpets sound as lowly peasants and devoted court workers drop to their knees and curtsy to his majesty as he tramples over them.
As bizarre as it sounds, it's all so real. So when the sun sets on your poor, miserable self, don't forget you were the one to hire him, as he sits in his castle counting his gold -- the gold he stole from you for the revenge you sought. And if you don't have enough gold to pay the king's ransom, not to worry -- he'll sue you for it.
Long live the king of wimps!
Try House Arrest
Kids who act out get sent to their rooms: Your article ["The Pest," May 3] is well titled. Its contents discourage anyone from asking for an investigation of public officials. Even pests have a message.
Hopefully someday Elsebeth will find someone to listen instead of treating her like a pest. By that time, the taxpayers may have a hefty bill to pay Elsebeth because those in public office didn't listen and investigate.
Her actions and reactions are no different from what we would see in a child acting out when a parent does not listen.
Too many public officials didn't listen when they were advised about Tom Noe, and look at the millions the taxpayers have lost.
Maybe in 2006 and 2008, we will elect someone who listens.
Singing the Blues
Nominations overlooked the best: Just saw the Scene nominations for "Best Blues Band," and there's a great band missing: the Colin John Band.
With all due respect to the other artists, the Colin John Band, to the best of my knowledge, is the only band in this genre in the area that has a national record deal, tours internationally, has a great fan base, and gets rave reviews from both independent and mainstream media.
Obviously, I am a fan, and I'll put them up against any of the nominated bands for sheer talent, originality, and pedigree.
Maybe Next Time
The stories he could tell: Thanks so much for your article on "Rod the Fraud," as I always called him ["Reality Bites," December 21].
My first job, unfortunately, was with Global Entertainment Television. I had never worked anywhere else before, but I soon figured out things were a little fishy. For three or four months, I was his right-hand man for business meetings with people who were completely out of his league, and I was also his main cameraman-editor, until I just stopped coming to work. I didn't quit, per se, but sort of like Office Space, I just stopped going.
I have so many crazy stories. I'm a little bummed that I wasn't able to help you in your article, because I'm sure that you could have used me. I'm glad someone finally put the hammer on him. Great job!
Bloomfield Hills, Michigan