To the editor:

I personally applaud you, Mr. Joel Ewest, for your brilliant effort of an editorial letter in the April 7 issue of the Daily.

I know how difficult this evolution process can be and sympathize with how you must have struggled writing such a highly crafted essay.

Now that you have begun moving away from grunting and growling and started to put a grasp on language and symbols, the trees are no longer the limit.

Soon, throwing your own feces at others won’t seem so fun. Imagine if you could begin to discover cognitive thought! What fun you could have.

You see, Mr. Ewest, thinking is what those of us who were left out of your “most of us” viewpoint do with the majority of our time. We’ve stopped fearing the unfamiliar and started thinking about why we should feel compelled to fear such a silly thing.

I suppose those of us who have thought about why we don’t really mind there being homosexuals in our student newspaper really can’t see what harm could come of it. But then, I hate to speak for others.

Really, Mr. Ewest, what would result? A plague of understanding and compassion would rip apart hate groups?

God, angry about all the loving, threatens the entire journalism department with eternal damnation? At worst, the campus experiences a decrease in Megadeth T-shirts and an increase in the popularity of show tunes?

As a matter of fact, I am personally proposing that we henceforth rename the paper the “Iowa State Queen-Fairy-Dyke Daily of Openness and Glory in Fornication.” It’s a mouthful, but I have reason to think it will catch on.

Every day the paper will run large, front-page photos of homosexuals copulating in your dorm room. Would that be “relevant” enough to your “community”?

We’ll call it “Desensitizing Bigots, One Lewd Photo at a Time!” It could be a yearlong series. Think of the ad revenues! People would be reading the Daily with their new partners all over town!

That is, in between their own spontaneous homoerotic activities. Even by your own “relevant” standards, this widespread free-for-all of hot love would certainly merit some more news coverage.

How would that treat your slanted forehead, Mr. Ewest? The way I see it, you have two choices in your life: Quit dragging your knuckles, begin to stand upright and try to make sense of the world around you, or climb back up your tree, crap in your hand, throw it at something you fear and wonder why your hand smells.

Matthew Peelen

Junior

Journalism and mass communication