Federal bureaucracy trumps science, it trumps common sense, it trumps public sentiment. Federal bureaucracy is the monster killing the Florida Everglades. I've been saying that for years. On Thursday in Fort Lauderdale at a Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation (FWC) meeting, the woeful state of the world's largest wetlands at the hands of the feds was made about as public and as plain as it's going to get.
Still think Rick Scott doesn't know what he's doing?
In a letter sent to the state today, the Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services (CMS) has said it will provide Florida with a portion of $1 billion in LIP funding for 2015-2015.
Is it just me, or is Florida becoming less attractive to women year by year?
(Men, you don't get to answer this one.)
Martin County Commission Chairwoman Sarah Heard has been fined a civil penalty of $2,400 for a Code of Ethics violation involving an omission on her property valuation for six years running.
Team Hillary picked up a big, BIG playerwhen the State Department signed on to run interference for the former secretary of state-turned-presidential candidate.
Good bills -- unfortunately, not all the bad ones -- died in the 2015 sine die chaos. There is one survivor that somehow lives to raise its own kind of hell.
After three months of study and public comment on the issue, the South Florida Water Management District board on Thursdaymade a formal decision to irrevocably terminate the all-
Look her up, Democrats -- Tulsi Gabbard. If you're going to pay $250 a plate to hear her speak, you ought to know a little bit about what she stands for.
For a variety of reasons -- and, I promise, none of them is because I like a good, salacious news story -- a jury trial in Bradenton captured my attention this week.
It took Rick Scott less than 24 hours since coming away empty from a meeting with U.S. Secretary of Health and Human Services Sylvia Burwell to take legal action against the federal government.
Alabama, where many officials consider the state's gaming opportunities stuck in the Dark Ages, may be ready to make up for lost time.
I started diving in 1956, in the lakes and rivers of Southern Ontario. My first saltwater dive was in the Florida Keys in 1960.
Calling Rick Scott a lame duck is like calling Betty White a retired actress.