Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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Use votes State House scandal can be redeemed through democracy The Robert Arial cartoon in the State Tuesday said it all. It p tured the State House dome, with the three flags replaced by dol bills. The sign to the left of the dome read "For Sale-Cheap!" That pretty much says it all right there. U/JtV. n?^/lnn .l ... .1 ? _r o .1- n. yv lui uic &uuuui i^aiiz-auuii uiiil UlC puiiuvaaiis U1 dUUUl < olina are succeptible to the temptations of illicit campaign cont butions, the faith of the state in its senators and representatives h been eliminated. It shows that yes, just about everyone in politi is for sale in one way or another, and there's very little that t common citizen can do about it. Except vote, that is. Yes, it seems as if it's been a while since the vote was a ve useful tool in American politics, but in South Carolina's case, can be both revenge and redemption. Not only would the corruj able candidates be gone, but new and hopefully more honest on would be installed. At least one could hope that they might ha learned from the lessons of their predecessors. "SENPIM6 BIRTH-CONTROL MATTOIVOUI ?E IMMORAL* l^cta^W FASTER...^ ^ v~ '^^ ^ The Gamecock Scott pruden robyn Thompson Editor-in-Chief Managing Editor, Copy Desk Chief Ron Baker Dennis Shealy News Editor Carolina Life Editor Fred Gonzalez Nick Leoncavallo Sports Editor Photo Editor Kristin Francis Erik Collins Graduate Assistant Faculty Adviser Ed bonza Laura S. Day Director of Student Media Production Manager Ray Burgos Renee Gibson Assistant Production Manager Advertising Manager Kyle berry Carolyn Griffin Assistant Advertising Manager Business Manager Letters Policy: The Gamecock will try to print all letters received. Letters should be, at maximum, 250 to 300 words long. The writer must include full name, pro fessional title if a USC employee or South Carolina resident, or year and major if a student. An address and phone number are required with all letters sent. The Gamecock reserves the right to edit letters for style, possible libel or in case of space limitations. The newspaper will not withhold names under any circumstance. flj^mjChic^TnW he r?-^^5BE__Sa^ r^witTf > y- .r -?" > I la I Myrtle Beach Let's take it for granted that Myrtle Beach and its surrounding beach suburbs are South Carolina institutions. After all, the area has been immortalized in such film classics as Shag (Look Pudge, there's a shag contest!) and home to national game show goddess Vanna White, so there can be absolutely no one who could walk up to me and dispute its institutional status. Still, there are some things about the Grand Strand that really get on my nerves. After many, many years of being both a local and a tourist, I've decided that being a local is much easier. Somehow, South Carolina drivers just don't treat you the same way when you're sporting Delaware license tags. Those "You've seen our beach .. . now leave" bumperstickers seem to cut just a little bit deeper. Of course, being a once and future local also gives me a unique perspective when it comes to the particularly obnoxious brands of tourists, those naturally being Canadians. People cruising down from the great white north give new meaning to the words "obnoxious Yankee." You just can't get much more northern than 75 degrees above the equator. And let's face it. French just doesn't carry well in South Carolina. Actually, after a few weekends in CanadianB saturated Myrtle Beach, I've decided that if it f becomes Cana scon Pruden ^jj^ manages to secede, Quebec will he moving to somewhere around Cherry Grove, where the new manditory dress will be topless for the ladies (in the true Euro-Canadian show-us-justhow-uelv-vour-bodv-is stvlel and the tiniest of G-strings for the men. From my point of view, the topless thing wouldn't be so unbearable, women having a more pleasing overall design. The G-string part though . . . well, let's just picture a few hundred protrusive Canadian men strolling around in eensy-weensy gold lamee marble bags and being generally over-impressed with themselves. I think you get my drift. And* speaking of topless women .... A while back Myrtle Beach's wise city fathers decided to ban the wearing of what are commonly known as "thong" bathing suits. These consist of an average suing bikini top, the usual triangle of material covering thn naughty bits in the front, and the cheeks of ue fanny left completely exposed. Personally, I couldn't see what & r*r .a ? t idian haven # l the problem was, but maybe the big boys at city; hall were worried that there would be a rash, (get it) of sandy fannies or embarrassing sand I flea bites. Anyway, thongs are now a finable offense.', So why are there still postcards that say "Having an ass-load of fun in Myrtle Beach" that feature the prominantly thonged behinds of young ladies who probably have never been to South Carolina? Sounds like a wee bit of false advertising to me, fellas. The truth is, if my friend sends me a postcard sporting the Myrtle Beach name and women in thongs, I expect to go there and find some nekkid fannies. If I don't, I might feel like I haven't gotten my money's worth. Would the Myrtle Beach Chamber of Commerce give me a refund if I wasn't completely satisfied? I doubt it. So to compensate for their immense lack of judgement, I think the ruling bodies of Myrtle Beach should be sentenced to one month travels ing along 1-95 in a huge Winnebago motor home, eating and sleeping with at least 15 unattractive militant male Quebec liberationists who wear nothing but spandex Canadian maple leaf print G-strings. That'll teach 'em.