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.

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

http://weblogs.sun-sentinel.com/news/politics/broward/blog/2010/06/will_kristin_jacobs_coast_to_v.html

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!


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