Richard Crowson Commentary

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song time…

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KMUW editorial commentator Richard Crowson has called a temporary truce on some summertime pests.

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  A senior bullied me when I was a 9th grader--a big, burley guy--as contrasted with my skinny little self. During lunch period, he told me to toss the remainder of my cupcake at my friend. I did it, jokingly.

Song time!

Oh its vacation time you head out of state

Get a little relief from all this Kansas hate

Head for a place where they don’t discriminate

La la la, when you’re vacationing everything’s great

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On mild summer evenings like we’ve had recently, it’s almost possible to believe the world is full of nothing more than cottonwood trees.

A gentle wisp of breeze can shake ten thousand of their leaves into a mild wave of applause. They’re still tender, not yet drying out the way they do in late August, and they make a softer summer sound in the Kansas wind.

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(Tune of Oh! Susannah)

What a session the Legislature just had! It was downright inspiring…

The legislators, they curled up

On the lap of the Governor

While he gave more money to the rich

And he robbed the working poor

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They screwed up almost everything

Like they were in a stupor

From schools to reproduction rights,

The courts and even Uber

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Oh, Sam Brownback, don’t you cry for me

Y’all gave me fodder for plenty of songs with a banjo on my knee

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A poll revealed last year that 48 percent of American adults are open to the idea that alien spacecraft are visiting earth to observe us.

Why they would want to observe us is a question that I’d count among life’s greatest mysteries. Perhaps it’s a little bit like not being able to take your eyes off of a situation that you know is going to be awful. Sometimes you just can’t look away.

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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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