By Michael E. Miller
By Allie Conti
By David Villano
By Jose D. Duran
By Michael E. Miller
By Allie Conti
By Kyle Swenson
By Luther Campbell
ROSE GIVES NAVARRO HIS PINK SLIP
After reading Rafael Navarro's latest restaurant review ("8 Million Ways to Fry," September 23) -- or should I say "restaurant demolition"? -- I am convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt of his closeted sexual preference. The venom spewed forth by this gastronomic queen could only have come from some recent rejection suffered by him, possibly by someone connected with the restaurant.
He mentioned the fact that this was his third visit to the place. One would think one visit would be enough for him, the way he lambasted the establishment. Could it be there was someone there he wanted to see? I'm sure the grease he described was present the first time around. Not!
WPA does not deserve the kind of treatment foisted upon it by this person whose hormones are out of control. The food is good at WPA, the prices are right, and the atmosphere is fun and casual, even if the music is a bit loud. Everyone feels comfortable there: families with small kids, old ladies, models, et cetera. No posing, no pretension. The Beach needs more places like WPA. Enough with the fancy-schmancy, please.
Get back into the closet, my dear, your slip is showing.
THE SHORT OF IT
Rafael Navarro, your reviews are a bore.
A NO-WIND SITUATION
Is there no way that a poor little humble megasuperstar can earn some Brownie points on Greg Baker's scorecard? I mean, talk about Catch-22. In his September 23 "Program Notes," he objects to Paul Simon's effort to help hurricane victims. ("Charity for the sake of publicity is not charity.") Yet he was quick to award Madonna the Butthorn of the Week award for her apparent lack of interest in the hurricane relief celebrity bandwagon. What's a megastar to do?
DON'T DO THE GROWN-UP CRIME IF YOU CAN'T DO THE GROWN-UP TIME
Regarding "Jails R Us" (September 16), about Janet Reno's Youthful Offender Court: It appears that Dade Assistant Public Defender Stephen Harper is once again trying to push the bleeding-heart syndrome down our throats.
The notion that these are just "kids" who deserve to have their childhoods "prolonged" infuriates me. These children are committing adult crimes. The only thing that "prolonging childhood" accomplishes for these little cretins is that it makes them unaccountable to the citizens of this community for their actions.
The bottom line is this: The juvenile justice system is unable to cope with the sheer number of new cases that originate each day. As a police officer in this county, I must deal daily with the victims of these poor, misunderstood little babies, the majority of whom have received more free counseling from HRS and other organizations than most of us could hope for in a lifetime.
Mr. Harper pointed out that some of these "kids" are only four feet, five inches tall and weigh 102 pounds. I fail to see the relevance here. A pint-size criminal brandishing a weapon is just as dangerous as an adult criminal, if not more so.
Although I do agree that some of these offenders are salvageable, most are not. Yes, the public is impatient. They are tired of having guns stuck in their faces, and having their purses ripped from their shoulders, and having their cars stolen, and having to leave movie theaters and shopping centers because they fear juvenile gang violence. These are real fears that are occurring now, while juvenile justice officials are waiting for their "breakthroughs" to materialize.
Incarcerating some juveniles as adults will certainly not be a panacea. The adult criminal justice system is plagued with tremendous problems, too. Eventually, the juveniles will be released back into society, just as the adults are. However, we will be sending a clear message to them: "Commit a serious, violent crime, and you'll be dealt with accordingly."
Prolonging childhood must not always be our responsibility; sometimes that responsibility must fall on the shoulders of those young thugs, the same ones Stephen Harper calls "children."
Samuel L. Gam
THE GREAT WHITE
I just want you to know that if you had nothing else in your paper, I would pick it up just for Tom White's White Space). He's not only funny and perceptive as hell, but his cartoons are always well drawn and the targets are easily identifiable.
His effort on Nick Navarro ("America's Least Wanted," September 9) was an all-time classic. The pompous and untouchable Navarro was summed up in three words. I loved it. Let White know that as long as he continues milking the sacred cows, I and my friends will continue to read New Times. That is, unless we die laughing first.