An 81-year-old man who posed as a doctor so he could con his way into women's homes and perform fake breast examinations has struck a plea deal with prosecutors, narrowly escaping spending the rest of his lief in prison.Seriously???
Phillip Winikoff, from Coconut Creek, Florida, was accused of carrying out the pretence with a black doctor's bag in April 2006 at an apartment complex in Fort Lauderdale.
Two women are said to have fallen for his ruse and allowed him into their apartment.
The first victim, a 36-year-old, said once Winikoff was inside her apartment, he 'touched her breast'. She realised something was wrong when he moved his hand down into her pants and fondled her.
By the time the victim called 911, Winikoff had already found a second victim, the sheriff's office said.
Speaking of seriously, how has this managed to have gone unaddressed for so long?
Cook County Forest Preserve District workers soon will be getting e-mail addresses, performance reviews and clear descriptions of their jobs.The lack of decent technology is bad enough, but the no performance reviews? No job descriptions? That's just plain nuts. (And that's government Chicago-style for you!)
For those of you that think Hillary Clinton running for Veep alongside Obama is a good idea, keep in mind her "good" judgment:
"I do not think it's even in the realm of possibility, and in large measure because I think Vice President Biden has done an amazingly good job."That ranks right up there with, "Brownie, you're doing a heck of a job."
I've been beating the drum on this topic for years.
In the movies, you know the seemingly mismatched couple are really soulmates when they perform karaoke and both miraculously know the words to some obscure song. All their problems melt away, and confessions of undying love and marriage on the beach swiftly follow.Did they listen to me? Noooooooooooooo. And nobody will pay any attention to this article, either.
The inference is that once you find your soulmate, there are no rows and you will be unquestionably accepted for who you are. No wonder everyone wants one — particularly this generation, many of whom had a front-row seat for their parents’ divorce.
Obviously, we need to believe that something will save us from repeating our parents’ mistakes — so the idea that soulmates exist is very attractive. Sadly, it’s totally devoid of realism.
Lest you think I lack a romantic soul, however, keep in mind that several of my close friends also thought I was nuts when I arranged for two crazy kids to meet back in 2007. In 2008, those same friends had to eat their words. And guess what?
(Click to embiggen, and check the left hand.)
Nanny-nanny boo-boo to you!