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Almost every newspaper today contains examples of political correctness. The latest seems most flagrant and unnecessary. Can’t sports reporting be factual without omissions and quoting out of context – just telling it like it is? Are there no boundaries?I watch the televised Heisman Trophy Award presentation every year. This year’s winner, Tim Tebow of Florida University, gave an exceptionally sincere and moving acceptance speech.Starting by expressing thanks to his Savior, Jesus Christ, he proceeded to attribute his successes to his Christian beliefs and his strong family support in this respect.Apparently Ralph D. Russo, AP college football writer, is the guru of sports reporting since his coverage of the Heisman Award presentation dominates numerous newspapers and sports Web sites that I’ve perused. Russo’s PC article makes no reference to Tebow’s exact remarks, but instead, features this quote: “I am fortunate, fortunate for a lot of things.” Wrong! He gave credit to Jesus Christ, not good fortune, for this achievement. (Maybe those words followed.) Tim Tebow demonstrates his guts not only on the football field, but also in front of the world by his testimony specifically attributing his being fortunate to his faith in Jesus Christ. Russo may be a giant among sports writers, but he is gutless when it comes to reporting the truth. Millions of us heard it live and others in video clips. The omissions of Tim Tebow’s exact words don’t change the significance, but merely expose Russo wimping out to political correctness. God Bless America! Richard DoranParachute

It was 7:45 p.m. on a recent night when I looked out my bedroom window to see a huge orange flame glowing in the west. It had to have been at least five to six miles away. After calling dispatch, I learned a gas rig was “burning off excess gas” ( I guess, as I am not a gas expert) for 10 hours. It sent a monster plume of toxic smoke into the air. The glass in the windows vibrated with the noise of the gas spewing from the earth. It sounded like a huge plane taking off. The sky was so full of smoke that the other rig less than a mile from us was hidden, and let me assure you it sticks out like a neon light bulb hundreds of feet in the air. About 3 a.m. the smell was in the house, and the temperature outside our home was a balmy 35 degrees when the temperature in town was 19, a natural phenomenon? I don’t think so. I sat there during the night, wondering how do they get away with this? If I was setting off toxic fumes in the air, polluting my neighbor’s space, I thought I would have had a visit from the Sheriff’s office. It must be the money! If I had their money I could do anything I wanted, on anyone’s land, and no one would dare say a thing. Oh yes, the toxic spill we had on Thursday is still under investigation, a bit late after all the rain washed it into our well, a mere few feet away. We did not catch the driver of the condensate truck, as he took off after he or she realized they had flushed a huge spill down our driveway, sending it into Dry Hollow. I am telling you, Garfield County, there will come a time you will pay the piper, and he will have a huge bill. Breathe deep, Glenwood Springs, it comes your way with the western winds.Lori BennettDry Hollow, Silt


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