“Maggot shit!” she blurted. “These people here are lower than maggot shit.” My friend was royally pissed.  She had been on the phone with a … [Read more...]

Where there’s smoke there’s fire… By Jeffrey Bradley Waves along the Skeleton Coast shoal thunderously before they curl, hissing and white, … [Read more...]

Madam Mayor & Mr. City Manager: South Beach is a continuously shifting work in progress, like our shores whose sands wash up from and then return … [Read more...]

…to know which way the rain falls By Jeffrey Bradley Have you ever really heard a parrot say, “Polly wants a cracker!”? Or an editor shout: … [Read more...]

“…AND WHO ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?” It’s the perennial, Halloween-night question that we pepper the costumed, goody bag-toting tykes and snot … [Read more...]

By Jeffrey Bradley With Big Government about to crest and crush us, it’s timely examining what unions do for and to taxpayers by way of advocacy … [Read more...]

Men are nasty. You women likely know as much already, but I’m not referring to the same nasty you’re probably thinking of.  You’ll have to … [Read more...]

One day after the Great Recession of 2007-09 was declared dead-and-done by a national economic research bureau, the former city manager of Bell, … [Read more...]

Engels, Where’s Marx? By Jeffrey Bradley An election year that promises not much in the way of political fireworks—there’s no expectation of … [Read more...]