Right is right, wrong is wrong ADVERTISING Right is right, wrong is wrong Somebody sure sounded like they were shilling for Billy Kenoi recently in a West Hawaii Today letter to the editor. In case you didn’t read the letter,
Right is right, wrong is wrong
Somebody sure sounded like they were shilling for Billy Kenoi recently in a West Hawaii Today letter to the editor. In case you didn’t read the letter, Joel Cohen could have been trying to get Kenoi re-elected, or something. Ha ha. Yeah, right. But — thankfully — there are enough people on this island who do believe in pono to make sure that wouldn’t happen again —even if slick Billy were running for re-election.
In a nutshell, even if Kenoi could run for re-election, I’m convinced most people would rather vote for a real man of integrity than for a faker — a trickster who steals from taxpayers.
Theft: some people still think that’s wrong. And, we still have laws against it.
Yet (as shown in the Aug. 7 letter), some people will crawl out of the woodwork to shower saccharine-sweet praise on Kenoi ahead of his scheduled criminal trial, following the grand jury indictment handed down in Hilo on March 23. I’m guessing slick Billy will have his attorney enter some guilty plea to avoid the possibility of an even nastier conviction resulting from a jury trial. Just wait and see.
Honesty. Trustworthiness. In Hawaii, those things still mean something to people who believe in the state motto.
“Ua Mau Ke Ea O Ka Aina I Ka Pono.”
To others (perhaps people like Joel Cohen)? Those are just words. So, they can keep Billy.
What about the rest of us — those who still think right is right and wrong is wrong? We deserve better.
Brian Ansorge
Hilo
A lesson from fences
Not long ago, I went outside into my yard to water my beautiful flowers. As I was watering, I noticed that on the other side of my fence there were some flowers that had taken root and were as beautiful as those in my yard. I didn’t give them another thought or water as, after all, they were on the other side of the fence. Days later, as I carried on with my normal watering routine, I noticed that the other plants, just because they were on the wrong side of the fence and thus received no water or attention, were beginning to wither.
It was then I received my revelation – what sense did it make to deny help to anyone or anything just because their only offense was being born on the other side of a man-made border? When God created our Earth, did he intend for us to chop it up into so many sections only to judge and have animosity toward those behind the other borders? I pondered upon what we have created by isolating ourselves from the hearts of each other.
The next day, I went outside and tore down the tired old fence that I had constructed to show where my land started, and more importantly I tore down the fences in my mind. I watered all of the plants I could reach, no matter which side of the border they were on. As the beauty flourished on the properties adjacent to mine, it only complemented my own yard.
Steve Sudela
Kailua-Kona
