Go back to work
How it be that the great state of Hawaii is granting a rock star a bill to take up what little time our legal system has to make our laws?
Why are we allowing this waste of our most valued resource, time? How do these things even get through the door? I want to know why my elected officials think this deserves more time than our educators or our sewer systems.
Are they star struck? Have they not seen the immigration situation here on the Big Island?
How about our tragic traffic? Think it’s time we get a highway patrol? Got any time for that?
What about our taxes?
What’s with the foreign contractors?
How about clean consistent water on tap to South Kona?
And take care of all the public parks for crying out loud.
There is so much that needs to be done before we worry about some scuba-clad frogmen with underwater zoom lenses storming the beaches at Hualalai Resort in search of Aerosmith.
Paparazzi photographers are the highest-paid shooters in the business because people want to see the “real person,” especially when on vacation at a luxury resort.
People eat up the phony stories and love the fat photos; I’m sorry, out of shape photos. Many paparazzi are told who, when, where and how much money — before they even get out of bed by the record company’s PR firm the minute they locked in the suite. Exposure equals cash.
Hawaii is the most special of all the states — one reason is because we don’t take ourselves that seriously.
I know rockers are special but some might be best left in a rocker.
Legislators remember who you are and who you represent. Go back to work or we will get someone else next election.
David O. Baldwin
How we treat one another has to change
My wife and I had occasion to be in Ocean View today. At the intersection by the new auto parts store, we noticed a young woman hitchhiking. She was talking through the window of a new grey Scion. We went on to Ace and when we came back, the young woman was up the road a ways, so we stopped and offered her a ride.
I knew something was wrong, so I asked if she had had a problem.
She kind of shyly replied that the driver of the Scion had said he would give her a ride if she “pleasured him.”
Now, here is a young woman who leaves her home at three o’clock in the morning, walks for an hour down to the bus stop for an hour ride to Kona side, where she works for nine hours standing up for minimum wage. She then rides for an hour, walks up hill for another hour or more to get home.
And some person treats her like this? This could be your daughter.
Do you think that your daughter should be treated as a prostitute if she walks in public?
I don’t have any trite answers for this sort of situation, nor can I offer any pat responses. But I am sick inside to think of how we treat one another. By using religion, plumbing, skin color, hair or no hair, or clothing, we separate, divide ourselves into smaller and smaller units — until we will each stand alone.
We have to stop and only we can do it.
H. W. McDaniel