By Francisco Alvarado
By Trevor Bach
By Chris Joseph
By Michael E. Miller
By Allie Conti
By Keegan Hamilton and Francisco Alvarado
By Jake Rossen
By Allie Conti
What do you think Al would do with the sugar? Huh, sugar?
Thank you so much for the wonderful story on Al Goldstein ("Screwed,"Bob Whitby, February 22). I am a transplanted New Yorker who loved Midnight Blue, and I really miss seeing it. I met one of his neighbors and have always wanted to meet Al; maybe once my husband and I move back to the east side from Coral Springs (a.k.a. the Everglades), we'll have the good fortune of meeting him. Then again, maybe someday I'll knock on his door and borrow a cup of sugar.
Thanks again for bringing back memories to someone who is bored to death with South Florida and retirement.
Hypocrisy R Them:
Regarding Bob Norman's February 22 article, "A Double Whammy,"it makes sense that someone who believes in "family values" and has worked for the Christian Coalition would be working in the casino and gaming industries. Surely casino owners Donald Trump, Steve Wynn, and the late Arthur Goldberg are better to emulate than the Rev. Jimmy Swaggart, Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker, the Rev. Henry Lyons, the Rev. Jesse Jackson, or all the priests found guilty of grabbing altar boys.
The Southern Baptists even had their national convention in Las Vegas in 1989! The U.S. Congress' "National Gambling Impact Study" in 1999 found the casino industry doing just fine. As for the Rev. Tom Grey, the public still remembers the Church and all the pastors warning us about the evils of Galileo, science, Darwin, and of course all non-church music -- starting with the evil jazz!
Casinos have expanded gaming, and cruises-to-nowhere are not going away in Florida. In fact they are constantly branching out. So, if you want to hear shouts to heaven, you'll probably have to listen to grandma yelling "Oh, God!" after she's won at the slot machine on the day cruise, at the Seminole casino, or after she's grabbed the bingo jackpot at her local church!
Steve McGarrett, where's your Viagra?
"Street Life" by Emma Trelles (February 15) was down to earth, interesting, and full of life. Lt. Richy Allen's John Wayne¯esque picture and attitude, his saying "Hey Stephanie! Stay off the rock, willya?" says it all!!! He is well intentioned, has human qualities... but misses the point altogether and is basically clueless. Forgive my jumping from one idea to another. If people were routinely engaging in daily lynchings instead of selling/buying drugs and prostituting in these areas, I guarantee you that judges, cops, and other folks would suddenly feel a great boost in IQ. They'd come up with better ideas and better interpretations of laws and the Constitution. And the problem would stop quickly.
The entire law enforcement system suffers from feeblemindedness, apathy, bad ideas, bad rules and concepts, and poor understanding of addiction. Talking to addicts is pointless. They have to be arrested, detoxed for a month, THEN talked to in the right way, forcefully given no alternative except staying clean, and treated for addiction to the street and a hooker's lifestyle -- with former addicts helping. The only good police, the only judges with sense, are the ones on TV shows. In real life, math logic tests should be given to lawyers who want to be judges and to cops. Instead of stopping flagrant illegal activity, the law enforcement system plays musical chairs and sweeps stuff under the rug. Cops are also plain stupid and lazy. They like to pass time, eat and drive, kind of blind. How about Hawaii Five-0surveillance vans and high intellect as also seen on Matlock, instead of myopic ideas? Cops on bicycles are cheap and very productive when given the right orders.
Today convicts can spend months in jail and get released using other cons' identities. Male-female teams of bright rookie cops are the best to fight street crime. Assigning hookers to detectives who sometimes sample the merchandise is asinine. Some cops join vice because they suffer psychological conflicts. Black and whites are told to just drive by hookers and dealers with eyes closed on the way to IHOP.
CrimeStoppers, supposedly anonymous and honest, has dumb rules. Rewards are rare. The cops use the info as if they did all the legwork and take all the credit. If someone calls to report a wanted drug dealer, detectives are sent out days later, then leave if told a false name. Thus dealers can freely sell like a drive-in grocery store, day in and day out. Maybe the dealer and/or hooker will get a warning to move to another area so that it becomes another police department's problem -- at least until they return (musical chairs, revolving doors). Some top detectives are the ones on the take or getting free sex.
The criminals, despite being stupid, high on something, or partly insane, are way smarter and slicker than the brightest law enforcers. Rehab centers, especially those that are coed, are full of horny addicts with pockets full of drugs, who press the girls for sex and drugs... and we pay for all this. Keeping addicts off drugs makes them superhorny.