Billy Manes

Scarecrow Rick Scott falls on the Republican rails, hot chicks wash cars and Alan Grayson for President? Oh, no.

Sen. Bill Nelson is lost in space, Florida is lost in translation, Winter Park dogs are lost in their owners’ anger and Orlando tries to lose its gas issues.

Sure, you love Jesus when you’re shopping. But what about the gays and the homeless people?

The attorney general’s office wants you to die, Rick Scott wants you to remove your blouse, Publix wants a tomato in its face and Florida loves its Nazis!

Wherein we bemoan the demise of the Florida Democratic Party, decry the smugness of Bank of America and then stare into a mirror to discover the real ugly

Mascot Gov. Rick Scott will be no challenge for CannonHair, the Holy Land turns 10 in secret and you’ll never get high – legally – in Florida

You want swans? We got swans. Also, political crack and cracked corporate politics!

Just like you, beleaguered television viewer with your eyes crossed at the incessant parade of political noise bom-barding your brain, we are so ready for this election cycle to be over.

Dear Kendrick Meek, this isn’t easy for us, but we have something we have to tell you: We think you should take one for the team and get out of the goddamned Senate race.