Letters from the issue of February 11, 2010
A real pain: I can't believe these a**hole writers are telling out-of-towners how to get pain pills ("Super Blow," Michael J. Mooney and Gus Garcia-Roberts, February 4). It's hard enough to get them for my real pain, let alone telling people how to score just to get high. These guys need to be fired. I hope you become a cripple and need pills but get turned away. F**k you!
Don't pay: Wow! Instead of writing something positive about Miami and the Super Bowl, you end up trashing it. Way to go, New Times. And to think you have clients that actually paid to advertise Super Bowl parties and events in this issue. I hope they all cancel and do not pay you one cent.
Sue 'em: I love your work, and apparently others do as well. So much in fact that some people have used your article and passed it off as their own. Last week, Power 96 aired a morning segment called "Tips for Tourists," which was basically word for word what you guys wrote. No credit given to New Times. I think you guys at least deserved that! If you can, please sue their asses for being unoriginal! Thank you, and keep up the great work!
Howl: This is funny shit. Honestly, this is the best preview of the Super Bowl I've seen this year.
Street hazard: Carlos Bertonatti's long string of traffic offenses begs the question of why he was still allowed back on the road after each conviction ("Running Man," Tim Elfrink, February 4). Clearly, a persistent hazard should not be tolerated.
Instant karma: What an awful shame. This story tells of a life lost, a spoiled immigrant, and the corrupt family he was born into. Money can buy you freedom, but this wannabe star will have to live in his own skin. We can only hope karma eventually teaches him. We can only pray for the family of the dead cyclist.
The haunting: Thank you for keeping up with this case. Your research was awesome. I saw the bike and I saw the accident scene. I'll never forget it. I hope every time Bertonatti passes the "ghost bike" memorial, he shivers at what he is capable of. Jail time with those good looks will be his curse. I vote they all go back to Venezuela and have Chávez to deal with.
Food to Go
Clout pays off: The moral of your story about suspended Commissioner Michelle Spence-Jones is that if you're politically well connected, the city tends to turn an eye from your transgressions ("Soul Long," Gus Garcia-Roberts, February 4). Unfortunately, this would not be the case for those of us who want to do business legitimately. I am certain if the State Attorney's Office dug a little deeper, the stolen $50,000 wouldn't be the only thing implicating Spence-Jones.
Mayor Banana Republic
Royal flush: It's funny how this con artist and thief is able to get a certificate of occupancy to operate this so-called restaurant with no bathroom. I can't wipe my own ass in my own restaurant without getting a permit.
Branded: This low-life piece of shit Karl Thompson should be sentenced to at least 50 years of hard labor in a freezing prison ("Made Off Too," Francisco Alvarado, February 4). Once he is released, he should be labeled a con artist and an ID-theft felon the same way sex offenders are labeled and forced to report to the authorities as soon as they get out!
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