The week where we wondered if Gov. Rick Scott purged himself to death, if we could get insurance to protect us when we stood our ground and caused unnecessary death, and whether Darden was sustaining food workers or banking on their death. We're all dead now!
The week where we watched more stealth attacks from Republicans on voter rights, worried about the children (our future, Whitney) and their rising college tuition and then looked around for government bullets meant to take us out. Crazy train, anyone?
The week where we dusted off our gaydar machine and pointed it at Charlie Crist again, then we figured out that you shouldn't be grading the FCAT writing test if you have communications problems of your own. What are words for, when no one's listening anymore?
2012 Florida Film Festival
The 2012 Florida Film Festival's brightest star is Central Florida itself. Are we ready for our close-up?
It was never going to matchthehanky drop of the explosive conclusion to last year's Florida legislative session – who can forget the tears of state clown,Senate President Mike Haridopolos, as he threw a tantrum in the face of brutish House Speaker Dean Ca
The week where the Florida victory of Newtt Romrich almost overshadowed a hearing about how screwed up Republicans have made the voting process, college students revolted against revolting university policies and Lynx got caught in aesthetic overstep. We are going nowhere, fast!
The week where all the gays in Gayville got gay hot dogs waved in their faces while Florida led the charge to make sure that, if you're poor and sick, you stay that way. Don't eat too many gay hot dogs!
The week where quiet deference in the state legislature gave way to aborta-palooza, Newt Gingrich tapped Rich Crotty (and the horse he road in on) for his Florida campaign and Floridians opted out of health insurance because they were broke. Such a pretty mess.
The week in which we hopped into an unregulated bed with heavy firearms, lamented the state's environmental time machine and then hoped we died before we got old. Talkin' 'bout our (lost) generation!
The week the city got all gay on the county, Polk Sheriff Grady Judd continued to get all hot on the porn and the Siegel's unfinished mansion overshadowed the region's hunger crisis. Sex and money, then!
Cover boy Rick Scott rolls into town in a Walmart shopping cart (we roll our eyes), the Republican machine rolls in the dirt of activist profiling and a bunch of trucker mustaches roll through the convention center. We're on a roll, here
A budgetary Sharpie blots out the Smurfs in the Villages, UCF takes over Orlando (or at least it should), the Casey Anthony trial ties up valuable talking-head resources and, hey, Jon Huntsman, welcome to our closet!
FFF: Sunday, April 10
Noon at Regal Winter Park - Chekhov for Children (3 Stars) There is no knowledge of Anton Chekhov required for this touching documentary about a group of New York City junior high schoolers putting on Uncle Vanya in the late 1970s. The play, which should
Nobody likes Rick Scott, liberals (still) love Alan Grayson, Bill Nelson hates chromium and you can't interfere with destiny!
O Holy Crap!
A last-minute gift guide for deadbeats and procrastinators
It gets better
A local take on the national project to save gay youth
You want swans? We got swans. Also, political crack and cracked corporate politics!
Just like you, beleaguered television viewer with your eyes crossed at the incessant parade of political noise bom-barding your brain, we are so ready for this election cycle to be over.