For as long as I've been hen-scratching, I have cranked out more columns decrying America's irrational preoccupation with shooting one another than I could possibly recall.
And I've learned this. The breast-beating faux patriots are right about one thing: When it comes to body counts, the United States is truly exceptional.
If numbers and figures and statistics all validating our national blood lust could actually shame Washington into passing serious gun control legislation, it would have happened long ago. Instead the United States leads the world — by light years — in mass shootings. This year alone, according to the website shootingtracker.com, there have been 297 mass shootings involving four or more victims. ...
Last year voters in Pinellas County gave the ballot box bum's rush to the Greenlight Pinellas mass transit referendum, which was characterized by tea party grumps as if it had been cooked up by the Chicago Seven meets Karl Marx. A mass transit proposal in the works for next year, Go Hillsborough, appears to be going nowhere in the wake of accusations of political cronyism, wink-wink/nod-nod no-bid consulting contracts and a law enforcement investigation....
In the interest of full disclosure, I am not an engineer, although my late father was, and he did most of his precise calculations with a slide rule. But I would like to think I inherited a bit of his common sense, which leads me to go out on a limb with this observation.
Before Pinellas County government big shots move forward with various proposals to redevelop the Toytown landfill, don't you believe it might be a good idea to conduct a scientific environmental engineering study to determine if the 240-acre site is either A) capable of sustaining a massive development and/or B) safe from various gases escaping thus creating a public health hazard?...
Here is today's lesson for Law and Order 101. When a prosecutor offers you a plea deal, especially one involving zero time behind bars, grab the offer, kiss him on the cheek and run as fast as you can for the door.
Or consider the sad case of Orville "Lee" Wollard, who will be sitting in a Florida prison cell until 2028 because he: a) did something really dumb, and b) rejected a nice offer to stay out jail by insisting on going to trial....
Imagine Mike Tyson being described as not looking very intimidating — while standing next to Elmer Fudd.
It is bad enough that former Gov. Jeb Bush has been steadily slipping in the Republican presidential primary polls. It has to be annoying to him to have Donald Trump suggesting he has the energy of a sloth. And it is probably not fun to pretend that while George W. Bush, R-Mission Accomplished, may well be his brother, they barely know each other....
There's an odd axiom in American politics about how we regard our politicians. Is the candidate someone you would want to have a beer with?
To be honest, I can't think of too many presidential wanna-bes I'd want to spend time with at the bar. Donald Trump? Ugh. Hillary Clinton? Brrrrrr.
But Pope Francis? Yeah, that would be interesting.
Pick a reason why Francis is so beloved, as we have seen from the massive adoring crowds during his trip to Cuba and the United States last week, and you would be right. We need more religious figures like this unpretentious 78-year-old Argentinian. More political figures, too....
You'll recall just a few short years ago how the state's law enforcement community went ballistic over the emergence of Internet cafes, which were little more than thinly veiled gambling operations.
The coppers were shocked — shocked! — to discover illicit wagering was afoot in the cafes, which claimed to be nothing more than "sweepstakes" charitable enterprises benefiting veterans (let the eye-rolling begin) while offering good, clean fun for the unsuspecting dupe who had the misfortune to wander through the door....
There's a temptation to gaze out over the Republican presidential candidates and see our GOP choices to lead the (cue some amber waves here) United States resemble the Little Rascals led by the Spanky of Mar-a-Lago.
What would our founding fathers think of turning the presidency over to the political equivalent of Johnny Carson's sleazy used car dealer Art Fern?
Admit it. If you are of a certain age, every time Donald Trump opened his mouth Wednesday night during the Republican presidential debate, didn't you expect him to crack a joke about the Slauson cutoff?...
This may come as a surprise to the St. Petersburg City Council, but staging an IndyCar road race is not the same thing as one of those old Mickey Rooney/Judy Garland movies where someone shouts, "Hey I've got an idea! You get the cars. I'll get the drivers! We'll drop the checkered flag this weekend! It'll be great!"
But there was the City Council last week reveling in all its bumptious naivete, suggesting the annual Grand Prix of St. Petersburg ought to be put out for competitive bid, as if there are legions of folks who know how to do this stuff....
It's come to this? Really? Who can lay claim to being the bigger icky-poo-poo city?
Many cities engage in a friendly, and at times not so friendly, competition. St. Petersburg prides itself on its thriving arts community. Tampa responds with a hearty raspberry that it is the superior sports town. St. Petersburg points to its trendy waterfront restaurant scene. Tampa boasts of its rightful epicenter of more drunks per square foot....
By his reckoning, Florida House Speaker-designate Richard Corcoran is the high-toned Thomas Aquinas of Tallahassee — tanned, rested and ready to take on the pernicious influence of the capital's lobbyists.
And yes, you can make that check out to either Corcoran's re-election campaign or one or both of his political action committees. You're too kind.
There are many reasons why the Florida Legislature is the Best Little Whorehouse in Tallahassee. Think of the speaker as the Miss Kitty of Robert's Rules of Order....
Perhaps Florida's former governor might want to rethink his preoccupation with punctuation and re-brand his presidential campaign Jeb$$$$$.
Bush has been no slouch in raising money, with more than $100 million glommed from his supporters to fuel a political juggernaut polling somewhere between Occupant and What's-his-name.
Perhaps this suggests that not even $100 million can buy you an election. But that certainly hasn't prevented plenty of other White House aspirants from taking advantage of a morally corrupt — and perfectly legal — campaign finance system that essentially plays all of us for chumps....
It now appears that standing in line with the great unwashed to order a burrito bowl at a Chipotle Mexican Grill in April has come up just a pinch shy in establishing Hillary Clinton's bona fides as the grand dame of populism.
Or consider that after nearly 30 years in the public eye, eight years as first lady, eight years as a United States senator, four years as secretary of state and for the past six months a presidential candidate, Clinton's brain trust has concluded they need to re-introduce her to the American public as a remade June Cleaver with a Secret Service detail....
Only in Flori-la-dee-da-la-dee-da would the results of a $600,000 study portraying the state's computerized standardized school testing program as a sixth-world boondoggle be hailed by Education Commissioner Pam Stewart as "welcome news."
You have to wonder if Stewart would also regard an outbreak of the plague as merely an unfortunate case of the sniffles gone horribly awry.
If you have a kiddo in public school, you know the litany of problems experienced by students who attempted to take the Florida Standards Assessment test online. Hackers infiltrated the system and interrupted the test, often knocking students offline and making it difficult to log back in. As a result, a study conducted by Alpine Testing Solutions concluded just about every aspect of the test was riddled with problems including "suspect scores" and a testing rubric that fell far short of "normal rigor and standardization." ...
A political campaign may have a smidgen of a public relation problem when the candidate has been reduced to producing a lie-detector test to convince voters he has not done anything wrong.
So it has come to this for former Hillsborough County Commissioner Jim Norman, who treated his oath of office as if it was written on a cocktail napkin.
Can you imagine the Norman campaign yard signs? "Never indicted!"...