Latter-day Confederates were at it again this week, descending on Hollywood City Hall, come to argue their sanitized version of the Civil War. You know … the version that downgrades slavery from raison d’être for the bloody secessionist movement to a kind of afterthought.
Lucy Richards had been charged last year with ‘transmitting threats through interstate communications’ after she joined the online mob haranguing relatives of the six teachers and 20 school kids slaughtered at Sandy Hook elementary on Dec. 14, 2012.
You’d think that the governor or maybe a state Cabinet officer or a conservative state legislator or some honcho over at the Florida Department of Corrections would have perked up when a forensic auditor found that the so-called savings promised by private, for-profit prison contractors were the illusionary byproducts of creative bookkeeping and brutal cutbacks in prisoner services.
Published and unpublished photographs from the archives of the Miami Herald and Miami News capture that sense of myth and glamor and celebrity that adorned President John F. Kennedy’s interactions with South Florida.
Maybe the resigned senator wasn’t a racist. Maybe he was just flat out politically stupid. Need proof? During his Monday night drunken rant, Artiles characterized the very president of the Florida Senate, Joe Negron, the one guy who could have saved him from his mess, as a ‘p---y.’
Here was the best of the America media, disparaged by Donald Trump as “the enemy of the American people,” exposing the corporate pipeline feeding Appalachia’s opioid crisis, championing victims of sexual assault at a Utah university, documenting unfettered agricultural pollution in Iowa, examining the lack of code enforcement that led to a deadly fire in Oakland, revealing how Vladimir Putin’s henchmen employed assassination, online harassment and the planting of fake evidence to eliminate his critics anywhere in the world.
The behavioral therapist, lying flat on his back on the street with his arms raised in surrender, had tried his damnedest to convince police that the severely autistic man seated on the curb next to him was harmless.
That was the only shocking element here, that two human beings could come out of that bullet-riddled van alive. What ought to be shocking — that gangbangers in greater Miami have easy access to military assault weapons and automatic pistols — is hardly news hereabouts.
Miami-Dade County commissioners, those who insist on special treatment, are spared such plebeian vexations at Miami International Airport. Mayors and county commissioners often demand that the airport assign them “protocol escorts” who zip them to the front of the line, bypassing those tiresome security checkpoints. After all, they’re so much more important than the traveling rabble.
It’s a “fur piece” from Pensacola to Miami, as they say way up in Escambia County, aka “lower Alabama.” Nine and a half hours down that long, lonesome highway. A hell of a long ways away for some Panhandle politician to take it upon himself to meddle in Miami-Dade County affairs.
This is Florida, where the definition of self-defense has been stretched to cover even the most absurd “threat.” In a Dade City courtroom, Reeve’s lawyers are building a case that the movie house killing was permissible under Florida’s Stand Your Ground statute. Maybe popcorn was threat enough.
The superintendent’s always there, standing vigil after yet another of his school kids has been gunned down on some grim urban street corner. It’s Alberto Carvalho’s great cause, demanding that the public and officialdom pay attention to this ongoing horror, all these murdered children.
The misnamed Office of Compassionate Use has floated proposed rules that would allow the Florida Board of Medicine to preempt a doctor’s decision and sharply limit conditions treatable by medical marijuana.