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In P.B. the hotter you are the easier it is not to care
Thanx for explaining...i also agree with some of the other comments: your writing shoes a lot of promise...like your use of analogies. other than your lack of insight into physical appearance, your other insights are really quite excellent..— April 21, 2013 1:37 p.m.
In P.B. the hotter you are the easier it is not to care
What I don't comprehend is the writer's lack of insight into how she became so stupefyingly shallow. I have no patience for women that are hung up on their looks, then blame society for making them that way. Perhaps if she admitted to being caught up in this dangerously empty lifestyle only because she was an alcoholic and it kinda went with the territory. . .or that as a child, she was told relentlessly she was worthless. . .that would explain embracing this vacuous lifestyle. There are plenty of places you can go where people won't judge you by your looks and you can make connections that are meaningful and substantive. This writer is not dumb. . why didn't she pick better places to hang out? And has she had any kind of epiphany about the utter lack of importance being hot is in the big picture of life?— April 19, 2013 4:21 p.m.
Writer feels sorry for Lake Murray bunny
Hey Dave. Just wanted to comment on your heartwarming and well-written article. . .Admittedly, I was a little reluctant to read it due to the cover picture. . .I thought it might be about those type of people that dress up as stuffed animals. "Furries" is what I think they are called. . .Anyhow, finally just out of curiosity, decided to read your piece and was duly impressed, as well as being touched by your poignant story. I had to be reminded once again: "do not judge a book by it's cover." Really beautiful story, told very well. Thoroughly enjoyed it. Thanks!— March 31, 2013 9:14 p.m.
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This is the same girl who wrote: My friend, Kelly the prostitute...i recall it being narcissistic judgemental and poorly written..way too many pedestrian cliches lacking depth or insight. as i recall she pissed off a lot of people myself included. looks like she's done it again...— March 24, 2013 11:29 a.m.
Elizabeth and Thomas Coldicutt used Mary Pickford fandom to bilk investors
yeah, i know it's below, but not to the extent my mother has lost with her "gentleman" stockbroker friend. anyhow, i really enjoyed your article, liked the superb investigative work. and how wild is that? using mary pickford as a ruse. that's just, just, well, obscene!— January 31, 2013 1:56 p.m.
Elizabeth and Thomas Coldicutt used Mary Pickford fandom to bilk investors
yep, that is for sure. the sec still protecting crooks. my poor ma living the life in la jolla has tragically kept the same broker from some fancy house in La Jolla/UTC area. Her fortune went from 2 milion in 2000, to 700,000 in 2002, to 130,000 in 2005 and now is a paltry 30,000. all stocks her broker concomitant dear friend, halloran, has hand picked himself. way to churn and burn, buddy. how could a broker lose an old lady that amount of money when the stock market is almost to levels of 2000? can you explain that to me? is he a crook, or just well-meaning albeit wrong all the time? inquiring minds want to know. perhaps you could shed some light?— January 31, 2013 10:37 a.m.
Elizabeth and Thomas Coldicutt used Mary Pickford fandom to bilk investors
Really fascinating article. Great reporting. I grew up with Weaver, and knew the entire gang at La Jolla Capital. Their reckless disregard for ethics and compulsive greed was staggering. At the time, I knew nothing about stocks and got sucked in by the charming sociopaths. I thought they were "fun" and "hip" and sadly, my friends. At that time, anyone could make money in the stock market. Except me, because I let them be my stockbrokers. Found out later how they manipulated stock by having their traders buy it all up, driving the price up, so they could show their customers: "See, see how this sexy stock is skyrocketing?" Poor ol' folks would buy it at the top and then they would start dumping it. Yes, they had blatant disregard for even researching the companies they were representing. They took me about three times, for about twenty-grand all told. And the sad thing is: they are perennial crooks...it's like it's in their blood...they get off on it. I knew they were still hanging together and were setting up shady operations, now I know what they are...I remember how they used to laugh at your articles with such "devil may care" lassitude. I'm glad you brought them down then, and glad you are still now. thanks Don.— January 30, 2013 9:59 p.m.
We went to Mexico to get ahead. We smuggled cheese to get back.
a very touching article. how something so earnest: just trying to make some money smuggling legal things in order to feed the kids, can be warped into something illegal and wrong is stupefying to me. those dastardly border patrol agents. i deal with them frequently. many of them have inflated egos the size of a bloated burrrito! no pun intended. my heart goes out to you, family. hope you can find your way.— December 22, 2012 2:12 p.m.
What am I doing here?
I really enjoyed the bohemian here. You know, I often wondered if I'd ever meet a true bohemian. Instead of the more esoteric albeit fake types all over San Diego. Here's a guy that has followed his own path, and obviously stumbled and bumbled his way through on more than one occasion. But he ate up life and lived it to the fullest as a sentient being. Yet there is nothing that really smacks of "mental illness" "drug addict" here. Here's a man that most people might dismiss as crazy, but is not. He's just pays attention to the "gift of being alive." Good on you, Buddy. For not being a spiritual intellectual sell-out. I applaud you.— November 19, 2012 11:52 a.m.
Released from Pelican Bay to San Diego with $200
Curtis: glad you showed mainstream just exactly what phenomenol odds you were up against... and you made it! Wow! This story gripped me and did not let go...I even cried. I've seen many, many in your situation, and most don't make it. You told this story beautifully: sweet poingnancy coupled with pierciing reality. You should write a book. You've got talent up the ying-yang!— November 19, 2012 11:13 a.m.