Rothstein story far too familiar
South Florida has embraced this résumé before. Jewelry, mansions, yachts, parties, a fleet of insanely expensive cars.
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Fred Grimm joined the Herald in 1976. Since 1991 he has written a column about crime, politics and life in Broward.
E-mail Fred at fgrimm@herald.com
Disparate thoughts and random opinions of longtime Miami Herald columnist Fred Grimm
You might not hear (what with me up in the treetops, riding zip lines, screaming like a howler monkey) the ever-so-subtle intonations of an international trade ambassador.
South Florida has embraced this résumé before. Jewelry, mansions, yachts, parties, a fleet of insanely expensive cars.
It was like hearing tough-guy lawyers, former prosecutors among them, whine that Scott Rothstein had sprinkled fairy dust in their eyes.
Whatever ignominious fate awaits Beverley Gallagher in criminal court, she ought to be fondly remembered as the creator of an irrefutable argument for strengthening open-records laws.
Fear and foreboding hung over beaches and harbors and coastal communities last week as a certain place digested the inevitability of rising sea levels.
GoPetition.com summons voices out of the Internet void for any number of disparate causes.
Save Polaroid film (29,602 online signatures). Ban smoking in Ontario Apartments (good for one signature). Keep the Cleveland Browns in Cleveland (All seven Cleveland fans signed.) More pickles on McDonald's cheeseburgers (seven.) And the Quixotic ``I want to go out with WWE diva Mickie Laree James.'' Good for a single lonely signature.Corruption County is taking heroic steps to repair an unscrupulous government-for-sale business model.
Contradiction has colored Florida gambling policy since the 1940s, when scores of South Florida casinos openly flouted state law.
Only two out of this fall's first year class of 128 med students are black -- a shocking reminder that the University of Florida College of Medicine has discarded the last remnants of affirmative action.
Cheating? Our jocks hardly cheated, Florida State President T.K. Wetherell told the NCAA star chamber.
This time, at least, no canaries died.
Four birds, necks broken, had been dumped at the doorway of a lawyer entangled in the scandal so outrageous it was supposed to put an end to abuses by Florida's utilities and their minions on the Public Service Commission.The latest measure of Florida's medieval mind set comes in at 77.
Juxtapose that number against the 109 juveniles in all of the United States who have been consigned to prison until death for crimes not involving murder or attempted murder.Gabriel Myers finally matters.
Too late for him -- the foster kid we addled with anti-depressants and anti-psychotics without quite knowing the effects drug cocktails might have on a 7-year-old.Alan Mendelsohn was only trying to intercept the unsavory influence money that undermines good government. Then the feds took him down.
Amid all the unsavory connections unearthed by the sting that snared a Broward County School Board member, a weirdly incongruent entity kept popping up.
The rot begins with a hinky little passage deep in the Broward County Code.
The language, however bureaucratic, makes interesting reading for anyone wondering how local government came to be a subsidiary of political bag men.You might think of them as quaint symbols of traditional Americana: kids playing the game for their school, classmates, parents, coaches, their town, even for the old codgers who misremember their own exploits on those playing fields.
The inference hung over the public hearing like a banner. The banner said ``Pay To Play.''
The presumption that the Broward County Commission was kowtowing to a favorite lobbyist and campaign-money monger clearly rankled Josephus Eggelletion.The process seemed purposefully obtuse.
Construction bids were bundled and submitted as imprecise estimates, based on obscure criteria, to be negotiated (and massaged and inflated) long after contracts were let.
Something about that description of Beverly Gallagher slouching out of a Plantation restaurant with a plastic doggie bag stuffed with leftover food and a $2,000 kickback.