Richard Crowson Commentary

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Governor Sam Brownback just sent the Kansas public an email. No, no, no – the “e” in this email doesn’t stand for “electronic.” It stands for “ehh,” as in “ehh, who gives a good Kansas dang about the public’s right to know.

You see, Governor Holdback, I mean Brownback, believes he has the right to hold back from you, the Kansas public, just whatever the gosh darn he doesn’t want you to know. He sent that message to us all loud and clear when he decided years ago, to use his private email account for conducting the public’s business.

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Of all the reasons there are to admire Willie Nelson, and there are a slew of them, at the top of my list is his appearance. Willie is wrinkled, you might even say creviced. Bags beneath his eyes as big as baggies of pot. Eyelids that droop lower than a rapper’s sagging pants. A generous nose, as big as Texas. His trademark long pigtails - as grey-white as a dusty, Panhandle, August afternoon.

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Been reading an excellent book about dogs. It’s titled “The Inside of Dogs,” and is by Alexandra Horowitz. Among the many intriguing aspects of our canine friends covered in the book, is this one: Dogs have an extra organ that sits above the roof of the mouth and along the floor of the nose. It’s called the vomeronasal organ. It contains receptors for molecules of scents. By some estimates, dogs have a sense of smell that may be over a million times greater than ours.

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Well, they say that confession is good for the soul. (Nobody talks about the poor, hapless souls who have to listen to confessions, of course, but nevertheless…)

So here’s a confession: I eat instant grits.

Richard Crowson

Were you as shocked and appalled as I was at the outrageous treatment of our own Governor Brownback by the audacious WSU and KU fans in Omaha? I could not believe my ears when I heard those boos aimed at this fine man. After all he’s done for the state of Kansas, this is his reward???

They boo a man who has saved our state from the ravages of economic recovery? A man who had the foresight to dam up Kansas revenue streams, causing a 25% reduction in income tax collections last year?

Little Bird Sings

Mar 11, 2015
Richard Crowson

Grim news everywhere you look these days, especially here in Kansas. This morning I was taught how to cope with it:

Early this morning I walked out my door

To see what my newspaper had in store

All the dreary headlines about hatred and war

I was dreading what the news would be

But the minute I stepped out in the morning air

I was shocked by the music all above and everywhere

There were birds singing and the song they shared

Was a lesson aimed straight at me

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Sometimes progress goes into hibernation

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What we got to do, is we got to nip Commonism in the bud. And by “Commonism” what I mean is Common Core. Common Core is Commonism.

We didn’t have no Commonism when me and all them other Kansans got our learning. And just look at what a bang-up job we done! Our smartness done made this state we got here into a sort of compost pile that attracts the bestest and the most brightest.

Beth Golay

 

A Kansan In Brownbackistan

To the tune of Okie from Muskogee: 

(Or view the video of Richard's performance below.)

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We don’t like schoolin’ here in Kansas

Education’s something we abhor

Instead we give our money to the rich folks

And then we cut our services to the poor

We don’t need good highways here in Kansas

The wealthy, they’ve got jets to fly around

Who cares if our bridges rot and crumble

And make a few school buses tumble down

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It’s not possible for me to discuss the Paris shootings without being self-referential, so please forgive me if I sound as if I’m making this tragic global story about me.

I’m not a particularly brave person. I never served my country in uniform, and as a child, never wanted to be a fireman or a policeman. Those folks are courageous.

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2015! Good grief it sounds like a year right out of the future! There’s just something about the way “2015” sounds that makes me think of cars that fly and people that get out of them wearing silver Spandex jump suits.    

Where is that dazzling future that my Weekly Reader predicted, back in 1962? Ok, we sort of have the “television phones” that once seemed so alluring. But no flying cars. No pills that reconstitute into full steak dinners magically. No robot house servants.

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