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NUMBER 125 - DECEMBER 1, 2018
IN A CITY WHERE THE TERM, "WHAT THE FUCK?" IS APPLICABLE ON ANY GIVEN DAY, FRIDAY'S UNVEILING OF THE LITTLE HAVANA FLAG AND THE SUBSEQUENT "PARTY" WAS DEFINITELY A MAJOR, "WHAT THE FUCK," DAY. HERE, WITH THE HELP OF A FEW SOCIAL MEDIA POSTS IS MY WAY TO SUM THINGS UP FOR THE MOMENT
First we have the "official" photograph of the event, that includes the current Cuban Mayor, the probable next Cuban Mayor, and possibly a future Cuban City Manager of the City of Miami posing with a illustration of an image that will one day soon be transferred into a screen print and made into a flag. Notice that the caption writer couldn't resist calling this the "beautiful #Little Havana Flag."
By Saturday morning, William W. Harris, aka Dub, had taken to Twitter to claim that there were several significant problems with the design as it related to how the American flag is to be treated,
As insightful as Harris' claims might be, he failed to recognize that in Joe Carollo's fevered brain, process, procedure and respect for the American flag are only applicable when, and if, he wants to use them for his own purposes.
Other than that, the City of Miami, and Carollo especially, are pretty much operating on a, "Fuck you, I'm running things here," agenda.
Harris no doubt realized his failure to initially account for this, and followed up his legalistic critique of the design with his own redesign of the flag.
I'm sure that in the days to come the Little Havana Flag, it's design, it's cost, and all of paperwork - or lack thereof - including the costs associated with the unveiling and "party" on Friday night will receive more attention, but for now, all of you who read this, and all of the people who live in the city limits of Miami need to remember that Miami is not only a physical place, but it's also a state of mind, where niceties like truth, integrity, honesty, fairness and common sense are but hollow words that are used to mask ignorance, greed, stupidity and the lust for power.
That's the Miami that I always reference when I end a story with,
It's Miami, Bitches!
Before the rooster could crow once, came out with their thoughts on the flag.