Thanks For the "Misguided Diversity"


DEAR EDITOR: Thank you for the entertaining (in an appalling kind of way) article about Metro rider horror stories ["Wheels of Misfortune," July 25]. Unfortunately, we here in "progressive" Seattle tend to view access to public transit as a civil right and entitlement, regardless of behavior or hygiene. Until Metro gets serious about creating a safe space aboard our buses, and until the people of Seattle decide that "celebrating diversity" does not include allowing boorish or criminal behavior and start supporting efforts to "clean up" downtown in general and transit in particular, Metro Transit will continue to be an underutilized, overly subsidized resource.Bob Brown



DEAR EDITOR: The piece comes off as bemused—isn't this colorful stuff and a good laugh! The Weekly finds it funny, apparently. What the article doesn't demonstrate is any true moral seriousness or concern for the safety of passengers and drivers on Metro. It avoids confronting the true cause of what would be an intolerable situation were it occurring, say, in the homes or offices of Seattle voters or in the offices of Seattle Weekly. The true cause of this despicable situation can be summed up in one sentence: You are what you tolerate.

This is where tolerance of parasitic and sociopathic individuals has gotten nice, softheaded, liberal Seattle. Does it take a genius to figure out that these coddled, vicious brats know very well there is no punishment forthcoming for their making life miserable for the rest of the normal, decent people riding the buses and the drivers? Swiftly broken noses and mandatory jail time is the answer here. May I direct your attention to the D.C. Metro system, where eating an apple will get you arrested? Result: No one violates the "no eating" rule on D.C. Metro.

Instilling fear of swift retribution is the answer to this problem. Seattle is what it tolerates. Therefore, regarding this matter, Seattle may be described as a paradise for sociopathic bullies, run by pusillanimous liberals, cowering before duty.Yang Qiao



DEAR JONATHAN KAUFFMAN: Just wanted to clear up the mystery of the color of our tartare ["Totally Rawsome," July 25]. We never chop steak tartare before it is ordered. I suspect that what you noticed [i.e., a "light-brown color"] is the result of two factors: (1) We use half sirloin and half hanger steak in our tartare. I use the sirloin (which is very pink and the cut typically found in tartare) for its texture, and hanger steak (which tends to be a much darker-colored cut of meat) for its great beefy flavor. This combination is the result of a great many tests with various cuts and combinations. I think it gives the best result. (2) We use quite a bit of Worcestershire sauce in our tartare. I like the rich flavor it adds.Jim Drohman

Cafe Presse


DEAR EDITOR: As biodiesel gains popularity, should it matter from where we obtain our environmentally friendlier fuel ["My Pump's Greener Than Your Pump," July 18]? Yes! Shipping biofuel all the way from Malaysia hardly supports the environmental movement. By investing in locally produced biodiesel, we not only make a smaller carbon footprint from our transportation costs, we also invest in our local industry.Darcy Cinq Mars



DEAR EDITOR: Yes, ideally we would get all of the bio-ingredients (non-fossil fuel) from sources within X miles of the point of distribution. This is an incremental process. Let's be realistic, mixed with a bit of pragmatism.Doug Mason

Port Townsend


DEAR EDITOR: I read "¡Ask a Mexican!" sometimes and wanted to share.

A year back, my car was broken into at Green Lake. The guy got my purse and my wallet with everything—credit cards, Washington license, debit cards, car get the idea. Of course I was frantic, since this was the second time this had happened even though my purse was kept in the trunk of my car. OK, so in a few days I get a sealed envelope. When I open it, it has ALL my cards, license, etc., neatly placed. It was from a Mexican immigrant worker. I know that because his address was given—it was a community/help center in Seattle, and when I called them, they told me, yes, there was someone with that name.

I was thankful; it was a very thoughtful, selfless act. He must have found the wallet, taken the time to sort it out for my address, and then mailed it to me. I sent him a check for $100. But the sad part is, chances are that he doesn't have a checking account. So the check was never cashed. A man who is most likely not legal, not very educated, who is in constant struggle to maintain a livelihood for himself and his family, who doesn't have much, maybe not even the education that we in the West so much like to tout. But he had the decency that is so rare. I wonder if I would have done the same. Oh well.

But to all the jackasses who blame immigrants for our troubles, get your heads out of the McDonald's cheeseburgers that you bury them in all day and learn a thing or two from them.Name Withheld by Request


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