Back in the last century, before condos choked the beaches and theme parks displaced orange groves, I was a page in the Florida House of Representatives. All you had to do was fetch coffee and copies of bills for men in fat ties who called you “Young Lady.” For this, you got a week off school and $50. It was a lesson on how the Legislature worked. Or didn’t. Sure, they made speeches about serving “the great people of the great state of Florida” and passed plenty of bills, but they also behaved like giddy kids, spinning in their chairs,...
Monitoring Antisemitism Intel
