A harrowing journey into the dark heart of small-town Florida politics.
Today, I consider myself the luckiest failed commission candidate on the face of the earth. After weathering a last-ditch smear campaign, I spent the rest of yesterday's Election Day in Surfside-- where I was running for commissioner in a very special election-- parading around town with my dog, dr ... More >>
Today, Surfside chooses its destiny. Mock naval battles, legalized marijuana, and blissful chaos in town hall -- or a (let's face it) pretty darn nice lady named Michelle Kligman. It's been a bruising special election campaign for the open commission seat in the weird little beachfront town of 5,00 ... More >>
In my quest to become the commissioner of Surfside--the beach hamlet just south of the haughty nihilist province known as Bal Harbour-- I've run into a problem: A lot of the older residents don't want to open the door for me. Maybe it's only because I'm a relatively young man. Maybe it's the sparse ... More >>
I done did it now. Two weeks ago, I announced in this space that I was planning to run for the open commission seat in Surfside, the sleepy beach hamlet of corruption and weirdness ruled by my obscenely overpaid nemesis, town attorney Lynn Dannheisser. Qualifying to run -- including collecting the ... More >>