Comments from readers:
THE RANT ABOUT the RVs in Blythe: The laws have been on the books for years. The current mayor is just starting to enforce them. He is not picking on any homeless people.
I LIVE IN SOUTH AUGUSTA. When we walk we carry golf clubs. Out-of-towners think we carry the golf clubs to practice our swing as we walk. Not so. We carry them to protect ourselves from the pit bull dogs.
THE STATE OF GEORGIA forces me to buy car insurance. I don’t hear anyone raising Cain about that. What is the difference between the government forcing us to buy health insurance?
TO THE PERSON who complained about the Sanford demonstrators saying they must be on public assistance. Why is everybody who demonstrates for black people on public assistance? The tea party demonstrates and you never complained about them.
RAVE FOR The Augusta Chronicle. Thank you for putting someone other that Tiger Woods on the front page.
I WONDER WHY there are furlough days for teachers when we have lottery money that is for students. Why not give the lottery money to the teachers also?
CONGRATULATIONS TO Bubba Watson. We can say and spell your last name.
RANTS TO ALL MY neighbors. Why are you so sensitive to words, but you are not sensitive to people committing crimes against your neighbors?
RANTS AGAINST A MAN and his young son who I ran into at the Petersburg trail head. They did not wear helmets. I reminded them in a very friendly manner “don‘t forget your helmet.” The father responded that they did not need them since they did not ride fast. I hope that young man does not end up a vegetable because of an accident. Please wear helmets if you are riding on that trail – especially the young children.
I UNFORTUNATELY live near Section 8 housing. An observation: It is often very loud at 11 p.m., midnight and 1 a.m., but it is quiet as a church at
7 a.m., 8 a.m. and 9 a.m.
THE GOVERNMENT IS messing with the weather to get us to believe in global warming. It’s all a game. It’s one way to hurry up a global food supply. One world and one food supply. Too many people have their eyes closed.