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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Hallandale Beach mayor Joy Cooper & Comm. Dotty Ross get caught in their malicious political intimidation on Federal property. Can you spell F-B-I?

Dotty Ross returning to the scene on Monday afternoon, camera in tow.

More proof, as if needed, of what can happen when your town's mayor is a well-known bully who will stop at nothing to destroy her political opponents, be they other elected officials or just citizens, albeit, citizens whom she has previously called "Nazis" at public meetings on City Hall property, thinking nobody could hear her.
But they did.
And by they, I mean myself

So guess who foolishly walked into a trap on Sunday night, Halloween, directly across the street from Hallandale Beach City Hall, and was caught red-handed on film?

And guess who would be stupid enough to return to the scene of the crime on Monday afternoon to gloat a bit and take photos of her personal handiwork.

Well, I'll give you two guesses, and Amelia Earhart and Princess Anastasia of Russia will not be accepted.

Yes, dear readers, you're reading my mind: the answer is Hallandale Beach mayor Joy Cooper, current President of the Florida League of Cities -for now- and one of the loyal members of her Rubber Stamp Crew at HB City Hall, Comm. Dotty Ross, who so recently and famously created a public row by her cruel and insensitive -and perhaps even racist- remarks, for which she has yet to publicly apologize.

As if nobody heard Ross at a City Commission meeting -but people were there and it was broadcast live and recorded!

Ross was publicly taken to task recently at a City Commission meeting by a HB citizen, but Ross just sat silently in her chair, the words going in one ear and out the other.

No, like her ethically-challenged friend and colleague on the City Commission, Bill Julian, desperately trying to stay in office, and our dear mayor, not only does Ross have a grand sense of entitlement, but like them, Ross doesn't know the meaning of the word remorse.

Ross is the older partner in crime who was, indeed, stupid enough, to return Monday afternoon, barely more than 12 hours after they'd been in that same U.S. Post Office parking lot to participate in an egregiously malicious and possibly even criminal act on Federal property, all which was aimed squarely at Hallandale Beach Comm. Keith London, who is running for re-election today.

I know this because I was there thirty minutes before Cooper & Ross and their masked gang of creeps were led into the parking lot by -yes!- a Hallandale Beach Police Dept. vehicle with its red beacon flashing, along with a city-owned outhouse on a tow truck flatbed driven by the city's contracted tow truck operator.

I captured some of the creepy moments in photos and video, most of which you will all be seeing in the coming days after I make some more copies for some people who might be investigating this soon.


Sadly, I was not present when at least a few members of this same crew drove around the city afterwards defacing London's larger and more expensive campaign signs, which prompted the Hallandale Beach Police Dept. to start looking for them, and for official complaints to be made.

And you just thought it was boring, muggy Sunday night in Hallandale Beach?

This post today is just a teaser of what is to come, as the pendulum slowly swings back towards normalcy and possible legal trouble for the Cooper Crew's reign of sheer idiocy and incompetency that have made this city a veritable laughingstock in South Florida for years, with Cooper as Queen Bee.

I have lots of photos from Sunday night that will make this whole episode much more easy to comprehend.

Has anyone who ever served as President of the Florida League of Cities before ever been stripped of that title before the year was up due to mis-conduct?

Hmm-m-m... I don't know the answer to that question.

I might just have to call their office up this week and ask them that question directly, because it seems like a pretty good one to ask publicly, as surely even for that dubious honorific, there must be some sort of ethical and professional standards of conduct, no matter how low, right?

Still, once more people start finding out the truth about what transpired Sunday night and hear just exactly what was posted on the outhouse, it's rather inevitable that people might also just begin to wonder if that crown might have to be worn by someone not named Joy Cooper, as once again, Joy Cooper's personal hatred has led her to participate in yet another creepy and murky escapade.

This time, because she and Ross and their pals were on Federal property when they engaged in their conduct, her regal status in this town will be completely meaningless to any law enforcement professionals investigating this.
To them, she's a nobody.
Even weirder than Ross coming back to snap photos of her handiwork was her trying (unsuccessfully) to provoke some sort of physical confrontation with me as I was talking and walking outside of the Post Office with the Hallandale Beach Postmaster about some safety concerns at the branch.

Above, part of what Ross was taking a photo of, which has her own handwriting on it.

It just wouldn't be another embarrassing ethical incident involving Joy Cooper unless there was at least some ham-handed attempt by her minions and cronies to pump up her enormous-but-fragile ego, would it, even when she is trying to personally intimidate and embarrass political rival Keith London?

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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

Esther Chuang, Morro Dois Irmãos, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, 2015

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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View of Rio De Janeiro from my room.

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

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2 0 1 7. I made new mistakes and old ones again. I learned things I didn't know and I things I had already learned the hard way but needed to repeat either way. I fell in love again and again, with the same man, and realized that is the way to do it. I stopped thinking life happened to me and started enjoying taking control of what tomorrow would entail. I wrote even when it hurt and I apologized even when they didn't. I almost gave up but woke up and stood up and spoke up and didn't budge and moved on and forgave myself for not always knowing what to do. I decided the most important thing is to be proud of who I become and to make sure she is someone to be proud of. All I truly have is the opportunity to be whoever I want to be, and knowing that is everything.

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I'm not the only poet in this relationship ❥

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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!
FYI: There are 10 photos below, including a rare one of yours truly!