Tallahassee Takes: Jeb to Johnnie

The conservative Weekly Standard ran a recent piece on Gov. Jeb Bush, anointing him as the early favorite for the GOP 2008 presidential nomination.

As Dana Carvey might say, “Wouldn’t be prudent.” Even with the best possible spin on Jeb’s controversial tenure as governor. Even with the understanding that Jeb was his own family’s top presidential choice before his loss to Lawton Chiles and brother George W.’s upset of Anne Richards. Even though Jeb’s a quicker study and a better debater than his president brother.

Here’s why Bush in ’08 only works if the 22nd Amendment is repealed for George W.

Americans respect a familial legacy, but not something akin to aristocracy. Father-to-son is fine. It worked for the Adamses and it’s already worked for the Bushes. The third would not be a charm. It would smack of monarchy and entitlement. And Jeb’s arrogance would underscore it.

*Recently a big deal was made of a poll conducted by several of this state’s largest daily newspapers. Some of “The Voters Speak” results were, well, weird.

For example, despite this state’s fiscal miasma of a Legislative session and budget roulette, 54 per cent of respondents said they would still vote for the amendment to reduce class sizes. That’s even more than voted for it (52 per cent) on last November’s ballot.

In addition, 58 per cent of respondents indicated they “disapproved” of “the job the Florida Legislature did in the recently concluded legislative session.” Why not 100 per cent? It meant that 42 per cent either approved or didn’t know enough to be appalled by that embarrassing, do-nothing circus.

*House Speaker Johnnie Byrd, the man most responsible for driving the regular Legislative session into a ditch, did accomplish something of note. Imagine making voters nostalgic for Tom Feeney?

“The Punisher” To Reward Tampa

Welcome news that Tampa will soon be the primary production location for a major movie starring John Travolta. “The Punisher,” an adaptation of the Marvel Comics superhero, will begin shooting this summer. The title character is an undercover FBI agent who turns vigilante after his family is murdered by mobsters.

The feature movie shoot, this city’s first since Burt Reynolds’ “Cop and a Half” in 1992, will mean a hefty economic jolt, one worth an estimated $2 million. It could only get better if “The Punisher” decided to stay on and work East Tampa.

Father Bob and Weave

Earlier this week former Tampa Bay area priest Robert Schaeufele was found not guilty of capital sexual battery in an emotion-and-controversy-charged trial. The jurors all looked shaken after the verdict and none were immediately available for comment. Schaeufele now awaits trials on three more capital sexual battery charges.

The wrenching verdict underscores one aspect of our criminal justice system that we must never confuse. Too often jury verdicts of “not guilty” are interchanged and interpreted as “innocent.”

“Not guilty” is a qualified legal term. It means an absence of provable guilt based on a legal threshold and rules of evidence. Innocence isn’t a technicality. It’s a state, as in sinless, untainted, pure.

In his first trial, Schaeufele was found “not guilty.” But make no mistake; there is nothing “innocent” about a priest administering an enema to a young boy.

Not Getting It

We all have such lists. Stuff we just “don’t get.” Not just dislike — but “don’t get.” And seriously wonder why anyone else would.

Maybe yours would include modern monarchies or rap music or croquet or mosh pits or cats or slasher movies or O’Doul’s or France or Jackass The Movie or jackass the audience or the NBA. Or maybe Johnnie Byrd or Adam Sandler or David Caton or Rosie O’Donnell or Al Sharpton or Howard Stern or the Osbournes.

Mine include some — ok, all — of the above in addition to storm chasing, body piercing and curling. Plus school choice plans, religious zealots, instant messages, North Korea, celebrity autographs, racial reparations, Grand Theft Auto, the Cuban embargo, Chuck LaMar, Syria on the Security Council, hipper-than-thou ESPN personalities, Carrot Top, bumper stickers, anyone but catchers wearing a baseball cap backwards, Joey Bishop belonging to the Rat Pack and all the mundane applications of the word “awesome.”

I now add one more.

I was watching ESPN 2 the other day from the captive-audience vantage point of a stationary exercise bike at a local health club. It was the mid-morning “ESPN Outdoors” show.

I’ll confess a bias here. I’m not an “outdoors” guy. Don’t hunt. Don’t fish. Don’t camp. There are easier ways to deal with mountains than climbing them.

What I didn’t realize, however, was how visceral my reaction would be to a show about turkey hunting in Alabama. And it’s not as if I’m some card-carrying member of PETA or a vegan-gone-Visigoth.

The program was on, someone else had scored the Wall Street Journal editorial page and I looked up to relieve the tedium.

The perspective was that of a miked, hushed-toned, hooded, fatigue-ensembled hunter who meticulously stalked a gobler, lured it with a turkey call and then shot it. It was “probably looking for a hen,” he sagely surmised.

Granted, his efforts may have helped thin the herd or whatever a bunch of turkeys are called, and the 20-pounder will doubtless be eaten. That’s “get-able” in an atavistic sort of way. The part I don’t get is the fun part. The exhalting.

“Look at those claws!” the unhooded hunter clucked gleefully. He whooped and practically high-fived himself.

Actually, I come closer to “getting” Eminem.

Lawyers, Hooters And A Billionaire

* Look who’s moving into the neighborhood — a bunch of lawyers — and the neighbors couldn’t be happier.

It’s what happens when the Solomon Tropp Law Group replaces Club Atlanta at the corner of Kennedy and Fremont. It’s what happens when North Hyde Park neighbors are no longer held hostage to early morning noise, public urination and the occasional murder.

Once City Council scissors some zoning red tape, the Solomon Tropp Law Group should begin renovations this summer.

Meanwhile, the Metropolitan Planning Organization has accepted a plan to spiff up Kennedy with landscaping, ornamental lights and benches. Not everything will happen to everyone’s satisfaction because scarce tax dollars are involved. But at least one Kennedy corridor neighborhood already feels beautified.

* In fits and starts, the Channelside entertainment complex has been making incremental progress in realizing its considerable potential. It certainly hasn’t lacked for key pieces of the puzzle. But the commercial mix, a constant exercise in tinkering and market chemistry, keeps falling shy of its mark.

What the $45-million complex isn’t missing are cruise ships, a trolley line, restaurants or an Imax theater.

But what has been missing is the one obvious element Channelside has long needed to bring in that critical mass of visitor-customers: a Hooters.

Now one is finally on the way.

* High-end retail. A world acclaimed airport. Luxury cruise liners. A Super Bowl champion. Plans for a new art museum. What additional signs are there that Tampa just may have “arrived”? Well, there’s now the $4-million tear-down.

That’s approximately what billionaire Mitchell Rales paid for that eye-catching, waterfront, Italian villa mansion on Davis Islands. Plus nearly $2 million for an adjacent property. Both will be bulldozed to make room for a more modern manse.

Not everyone, presumably, is pleased. Ironically, Rales is the co-founder of Danaher Corp., a hostile takeover specialist.

Learning No Longer Its Own Reward

Much has been justifiably made of how some schools have spent their Florida School Recognition Program reward dollars. More than $300 million has been ladled out since 1999 to reward schools for good FCAT results.

A lot of it has gone where it was intended — for teacher bonuses and traditional educational purchases. But some of it hasn’t. FCAT cash, as we now know, has paid for pizza parties, PlayStation video game systems and playground equipment. And some even went to BoJo the Clown, who was hired with FCAT money to entertain at an elementary school celebration in Sumter County.

It’s really two issues. One is the dilemma of how — literally — to spend such money. Does everyone get a little bit, including the best and the worst teachers? If not, how does that shake out for morale? Do you recognize support people who are not unimportant and could really use a few extra bucks? Do you spend it on the students whose performance earned the reward in the first place? Do you buy some stuff, such as lawn mowers, that the school really needs?

The other issue is the principle involved. Aren’t teaching and learning and performing what the educational process is all about? Whatever happened to certificates, banners and assemblies to honor those who helped make it happen? Is learning no longer its own reward?

Couldn’t that $306 million have been better spent on something other than bonus rewards for those who did their jobs?

Wilborn Again In Tampa

Kudos to Mayor Pam Iorio for wooing Paul Wilborn back home to be point man for the creative arts. Wilborn’s appointment as city manager for creative industries underscores the mayor’s commitment to promoting artists as well as a cultural arts district.

Wilborn, currently a senior writer for the Associated Press in Los Angeles, was previously a prominent and popular journalist on both sides of Tampa Bay. He is also a talent on stage and in front of a piano. Look for Wilborn to be a good fit with the creative set.

Many will also look for the return of Paul Wilborn and the Pop Tarts.

Mayor’s East Tampa Pledge Counts The Most

Here’s some advice for those black civic leaders who are already questioning Mayor Pam Iorio’s commitment to diversity. Back off.

For openers, don’t rush to judgment. It makes you look more contentious than assertive. A number of appointments have yet to be made. Of the 10 top managers who will report directly to Iorio, she has named but four, one of whom — City Clerk Shirley Foxx-Knowles — is black.

More to the point, your diversity agenda is not more important than the mayor’s charge to find the best personnel possible. Show the sort of good faith you’re demanding from her — even if you still pine for Frank Sanchez or Bob Buckhorn as your mayor.

Moreover, don’t misread the reassignment of Curtis Lane from minority liaison in the mayor’s office to head of city code enforcement. As a former deputy police chief, Lane should mean business-not-as-usual for chronic code violators. It also means window dressing is out in city hall.

Second, and more importantly, look at the mayor’s commitment to East Tampa and see how you can help make it happen. Other than interim City Attorney Fred Karl, no appointment is more symbolically important than that of Ed Johnson, a black banker. Johnson is the city’s director of East Tampa Development and Citywide Lending Programs. It’s a newly created position. Iorio has, in effect, hitched her own political reputation to transforming a poverty-and-crime-infested area into a truly more “livable” part of the city.

Put it this way. If East Tampa becomes nothing more than token islands of Tampa Housing Authority innovation amid a sea of druggies, thugs and dilapidated commercial properties, improved diversity at City Hall will be a hollow celebration.

Black activists need only look across the bay to see the challenges of St. Petersburg’s Midtown for guidance, if not pragmatic inspiration. A recent five-day spree of drive-by shootings in the mostly black and poor section of that city is a graphic reminder that pouring public money into an area is no guarantee that private investors will follow. What they may do is follow each other out of town.

Midtown is Exhibit A for a call to community arms and positive neighborhood leadership. It means saying no to all that is culturally dysfunctional and all that smacks of the victimization syndrome. It means working WITH law enforcement and being thankful that somebody is actually willing to police such high crime areas that are also menacing to officers.

Helping out in East Tampa means heavy lifting. It’s not nearly as easy as calling for diversity at city hall.

But Ed Johnson and Pam Iorio can’t revitalize the area themselves. And it will take more than the creative use of tax increment financing and the creation of community redevelopment areas. City, state and federal purse strings are all drawn tautly.

The key is the jobs-creating private sector. The best intentioned developers are not investing out of altruism. They need to make a profit. They don’t have to choose high-risk communities with scary crime rates, open drug dealing and aging, ill-kept properties.

Absent a community-wide commitment to a safe place to do business, they won’t.

And that’s the mayor’s daunting challenge. And she needs serious, roll-up-the-sleeves, take-no-prisoners activist help to make East Tampa happen.

Sapp A Slave To Rhetoric?

Warren Sapp may be rude to most fans, but he’s the media’s favorite Buc. He’s a sound-bite savant. All copy all the time. And say enough stuff and eventually something profound, profane or just generically controversial will result.

The other day, however, Sapp went off the hyperbole scale and waxed truly absurd.

Apparently, he foresees his “blood, sweat and tears” tenure with the Bucs ending after the upcoming season, which is also the last year of his contract. One that will pay him $6.6 million in 2003. If you’re scoring at home, that’s about $900,000 per sack based on last season’s output.

His instincts are likely on the money. The Bucs wouldn’t be wise to shell out more of that kind of multi-year money for a (next year) 31-year-old defensive tackle whose best seasons are receding behind him.

“That’s what the NFL does to you,” Sapp recently opined to a reporter. “That’s why I say it’s a slave system.”

Now you know.