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Probation Sweep Leads to Bonsall Pot Farm
Put John Paul in prison just as long as the bankers and hedge fund brokers remain free. John Paul is a criminal of the most heinous sort but the bankers and hedge fund guys only caused a world wide economic meltdown. They're so cool. That's what I want to be when I grow up. Oh, that's right, I'm already 72 years old. Guess it's too late.— August 3, 2012 1:49 p.m.
Dr. Bill Lombardo and his GT LTS 3 surf Highway 101
Please don't put words in my mouth. I did not say the author did the cover art nor did I suggest he was misinformed about the location of the SRF. The cover artist lives in New Jersey and was just an artist for hire. Had the Reader used a local artist there probably would not have been a problem. I agree with your assessment of the Beach Break Cafe but your comments about my prejudices and lack of talent are just arrogant posturing on your part and have no basis in fact. You need to stay centered.— February 4, 2012 10:42 p.m.
Dr. Bill Lombardo and his GT LTS 3 surf Highway 101
I don't seek solutions to my problems in alcohol and I don't drink alcohol in the morning. I hope you enjoyed the part about the sodomizing by broomstick of the Army navy Academy Cadet. Inspiring, to say the least. I'm surprised he left out the story of the bicycle rider hit and killed by a drunk driver on Hwy.101 in Encinitas a few months ago. It would have fit nicely in his dialogue— February 4, 2012 10:21 p.m.
Dr. Bill Lombardo and his GT LTS 3 surf Highway 101
It's true, the cover story was so bad, there were several other items that deserved serious critique but as you mentioned I only had so much time to devote to the effort. The story, regardless of how you see it, was of very poor quality and not worth the position accredited it. If you are so enamored with local history perhaps you should address to removal of SRF to Oceanside by the cover artist And, (anonymous), Mr. Refritos, I'm aware of your well documented flatulent record of comments in the Reader which puts you in a dubious position to comment on mine. Do us all a favor, stop by your local market and pick up a vial of Beano.— February 3, 2012 8:59 a.m.
Dr. Bill Lombardo and his GT LTS 3 surf Highway 101
The errors, misinformation and poor context displayed in your cover story, (Dr. Bill and GT Surf Hwy 101, Feb. 2, 2012) begins with the cover art that places the SRF in South O instead of south Encinitas where it is actually located. The story goes downhill from there. His transport, the GT LTS 3 is actually a GT LTS 3000 with a 1998 MSRP of $999.00 not the $4000+ he claimed. The GT LTS XC is the model that sells for $4295 and the fact that it was purchased at a yard sale for $60 means that it was probably stolen. I'm unsure of the author's objective but quality writing and useful information were obviously tossed aside in favor of poor humor, mixed up and confusing information concerning the features and businesses located along his journey . His route in Oceanside from his starting point at Canyon and Mission to Hwy. 101 was confusing at best and impossible at worst. His comments about the businesses were superficial and ill informed. His comments about the Oceanside "barrio" and it's "brown skinned" inhabitants were racist, his comments about Jr. Seau were rude and pointless. His evaluation of the local beach culture and restaurants were tasteless and ignorant. Getting free service and cheap food seemed to be his goal. He is arrogant and insulting. His patronage is not worth having. If he does weigh 220 lbs. as stated by his GT, he probably couldn't muster the 20 push-ups or 40 sit-ups he claims and his huffing and puffing is understandable. The Leucadia Bar is actually The Bar Leucadian. His longing for the BAFE and the Cinnamon Roll with extra butter explain his 220 lbs. His comments about the cheap food and drink show his lack of class and his lack of appreciation for the quality affordable fare available at the establishments that he passes by without mention, but he'll stop at the Berry Happy Frozen Yogurt spot for a $3.50 dose of ectasy Fro-Yo and cross the street to the Seven-Eleven for a "big Gulp and a Dog". As the sugar goes straight to his head he surges forward avoiding the "pedophiles" (?), the "most dangerous part of our ride". His final verbal offering describing Yogananda as a "rotund brown man in an orange robe" caps his insulting tirade after which he thanks us for joining him and suggests we see him on his next adventure. Thanks but no thanks. I've already had enough. I ask the San Diego Reader, what were you thinking?— February 2, 2012 9:09 p.m.