Letters

11/21/2013

 

Getting behind no-kill shelters

This is what I am thinking based upon the more stuff I am reading about the no-kill successful shelters: Once the new director is installed at VCAS and there is a declaration of VCAS being a no-kill shelter in process, and the communities of VC really believe that VCAS is putting no-kill into place, not sheer tokenism as has been the current mode, it will have tremendous support from the people in the community.


If the Nathan Wingrad (the leader of the no-kill movement) points were installed full-up at the start of the new director’s term, not piecemeal, you will get great help from the communities of VC. I am offering  to do everything I can to help make this happen.


For reasons that are beyond me I keep hearing how hard it is to become a no-kill shelter from what I believe are not very smart people in VC.


Why do so many people want to make VCAS becoming a no-kill shelter akin to becoming a rocket scientist?  I worked with rocket scientists for the feds as a program analyst.  I know the difference; no-kill is NOT rocket science.  Too many lives and dollars have been wasted all these past years because there are people who make it out to be so difficult. Or do they get some kind of reward for making it too difficult to happen in VCAS?  Is it that every little thing done to save a life or lives gets them some kind of reward? I cannot understand their thinking.


Just my thinking and people who have already put in place no-kill shelters à la Nevada Humane Society, Nevada, Best Friends in Utah and 150 municipal and private shelters throughout the USA.

Joan Farber
Ventura

 

Good ol’ Bobby Brooks

I see where our ancient and retired sheriff with a $260,000/year retirement pay is suing the county for more retirement pay that he says he is due. Doesn’t surprise me a bit. Here is something I wrote about Bobby Brooks a couple of years ago.


Ode to a Good Ol’ Boy
Old Sheriff Bobby Brooks is a “good ol’ boy.”
He runs the department with a personal ploy.
He got his job, on a silver platter,
Now says to all, what the hell is the matter?
He was Bradbury’s boy, in the good ol’ days.
He thought for sure he’d get his ways.
These days he sighs when he hears “Hang ’em High.”
He knows it’s over, makes him want to cry.
He wants to pick his successor, we know that’s true.
The Commission popped his bubble and now he’s blue.
He says he’ll retire, get out of the race, it’s only a way to try to save face.
He’ll ride into the sunset, with his retirement money,
Laughing all the way, knowing it’s all so phony!

Rellis Smith
Ventura

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Rellis, you're an incredible dumb a$$!

posted by rasta_man on 11/20/13 @ 06:21 p.m.

Your publication has in the past reported on the serious erosion problem, but has missed the real issue concerning the lack of sand on the beaches. The dirty little secret is the City of Port Hueneme has a fat reserve of $17 million dollars, of which $2-3 million could be used to dredge all the sand needed for this year. I have not found a small or large city which has a reserve larger than 20 % of the regular budget.Port Hueneme has a regular budget of $17 million. So 20% would be a bit over $3 million as a prudent reserve. Port Hueneme cries poverty, but is sitting on a pile of money, which can take care of the sand crisis.

posted by jack5555 on 11/26/13 @ 06:16 a.m.
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