Jeff Gore

Vouchers are like depression gift certificates, city elections are like moving goalposts and gas prices are too damn high for Brian Feldman.

In which we playfully crash the bejeweled intentions of the Dr. Phillips Center’s tent party and then try to get all up in the face of evil Gov. Rick Scott. We will survive!

The week where we play Frankenstein inside Rick Scott’s charisma vacuum, get taken for a ride down to J.J. Redick’s pubic floor and dive Six Feet Under for a family photo. Scary!