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Friday, June 4, 2010

Sycophantic "City activist Robert Walsh" is holding Broward County hostage by his need for attention - please don't pay the ransom!

This post of mine today is being written as a result of seeing the following Broward Politics blog post on Thursday, and reading the reader comments.
I long ago gave up posting on the Sun-Sentinel for reasons that I've previously mentioned.
But some people can't seem to go two days without posting something there, no matter how inconsequential.

Will Kristin Jacobs coast to victory, without opponent?

Posted by Brittany Wallman on June 3, 2010 11:00 AM


Am I right or am I right when I say that NOBODY but nobody sticks-up for local Broward County politicians and public officials like "City activist Robert Walsh"?

If he didn't exist, political activists and bloggers like me across the region would
have to create a fictitious name for a self-evident sycophantic toady like him who always seems to cast himself as the great truth-teller to the public.

The Woody Allen-like character who ALWAYS has to get his two cents in, even when
it's not required.

Instead, he obliges us by furnishing the punch-line himself by over-extending his welcome at myriad reader comment forums throughout the area, as if he is the elder Professor Emeritus of History at State U., who remembers back when he first pulled-up to the faculty parking lot in his late '40's Packard. "Back then, Claude Pepper..."
Yes, we know already.

He is, to use a phrase I don't often use, quite a hoot.

Or at least he was the first 1,000 times I saw his handiwork, especially at the Broward Politics blog, http://weblogs.sun-sentinel.com/news/politics/broward/blog/ to which he is drawn to like a moth, as if it was Sam Drucker's General Store in Green Acres or Petticoat Junction.
But he is no
Oliver Wendell Douglas.

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Like most cracker barrel philosophers, one-trick ponies, or new comedies on NBC-TV that are put to death by lack of viewers, he's quickly outworn his usefulness, but he's the only one who doesn't see it.

Unless he unexpectedly straps some C-4 to himself someday and walks into the Broward County
Govt. bldg. to chide some Broward activist for having the courage to draw some much-needed attention to the egregious activities of one of his pals on the Commission dais, this shall be the one and only time his name is ever uttered on this blog.

Buh-bye, City activist Robert Walsh!

The 1965 Tide. Now THAT was a year for laundry detergent!
At least in Memphis it was.

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#HOLLYWOODFL based photographer and entrepreneur Esther Chuang with Hollywood Mayor-elect Josh Levy

Thumbs up! What a night! #HOLLYWOODFL based photographer and entrepreneur Esther Chuang with a very elated Hollywood Mayor-elect Josh Levy at his Victory Party, held at Leo Anato's Atelier3/AT3 on Harrison Street & S. 19th Avenue, Hollywood. AT3's great environment and the amazing variety of food prepared by chef Kevin Dreifuss, former owner/chef of ENDS MEAT restaurant, was SUPERB! November 8, 2016

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Above, perhaps my most-favorite photo ever of Esther, which is really saying something considering the THOUSANDS that I've actually seen of her, from all over the world. But despite the fact that you can't actually see it here, trust me, her amazing smile and inner and external beauty are there. This photo is an even more amazing achievement when you know the backstory of what it took for Esther to get to the top of the mountain, since it's NOT for the faint of heart. Next time you see her, ask her about that! Morro Dois Irmãos, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, on her birthday, July 10, 2015. That's the Christ The Redeemer statue way out in the horizon on the top of another mountain, to the left of her head. �� In case you forgot what the Christ the Redeemer statue looks like, up close, here's another Brazilian beauty to connect-the-dots for you: Gisele Bündchen, aka @Gisele.

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When you leave but bring the spare key because it is yours to keep.

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The boyfriend of Mikaela -Malin and Jennifer's sister- wrote above: "Honey, you are my everything, my dream, my imagination, my reality, my future. Sounds like something that I would write to someone special -and have!
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