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In a recent interview with The Baltimore Informer, Carmody laid out a platform that is less about soaring rhetoric and more about balancing the books. His frustration is palpable, driven by the daily realities of living in Middle River—a place he chose over Cockeysville because it was the only place a regular worker could afford a home.
We have traded Trust for Convenience, and we got shortchanged on the deal.
If the digital age is too dangerous for a judge to have their address public, it is too dangerous for anyone to have their address public. You cannot build a legal system where the rulers operate in the shadows while the ruled are forced to live in a glass house.
To the candidates running on credit cards and grit: You have a weapon now. If you see your opponent getting free airtime for a “staged” event, you have seven days to file a demand letter. The law is no longer prioritizing the “bona fide” news judgment of a station manager who lunches with the establishment. It is prioritizing you.
Stop buying $500 coats. Here is how I survived a Baltimore ice storm using a ‘Frankenstein’ loadout: A fleece from the year 2000, Walmart jeans, and hydrophobic gloves. The ultimate guide to budget winter layering.
I want a border that is an iron wall. I want immigration laws that are enforced with a sledgehammer.
But here is the part that seems to break the brains of the tribalists on both sides: I can support the mission of Federal Law Enforcement while simultaneously despising the agents who disgrace it.
Madame Secretary, the American taxpayers pay you $253,100 a year to lead this the Department of Homeland Security. For that price, we expect competence.
When they refuse to cover the “little guy,” they create a self-fulfilling prophecy. You can’t raise money if you aren’t in the news, and you can’t get in the news if you haven’t raised money. It is a closed loop designed to protect the establishment.
Two weeks ago, I told you the physics didn’t add up. Yesterday, the Medical Examiner confirmed it…
While you were driving to work in Baltimore County, Julian Jones was racking up bills at the Wynn Las Vegas—one of the most expensive luxury resorts on the Strip.
Why was he there? For the ICSC (RECon) conference. That is the “Super Bowl” of shopping center development. It’s where developers go to cut deals and apparently, it is where Julian Jones goes to get his marching orders.
