The Daily Misanthrope

June 27, 2026  •  Misanthrope Index: 7.6 — Salute the Wreckage

Folly of the Day

A 33-Year-Old Florida Man With Sixteen Prior Arrests, Riding a Lightless, Plateless Motorcycle His Local Sheriff Christened 'Blowby Betty,' Heard the Deputy's Lights Come On at Two in the Morning and Made the Bold Decision to Flee — at Fifteen Miles an Hour, Through a Park, Until the Bike Simply Toppled Over and Pinned Him to the Asphalt

The first principle of fleeing police is to be faster than the police, and the second is to not be riding a vehicle that announces your approach by backfiring through a defective muffler. Swartz violated both with the serene confidence of a man who has been arrested sixteen times and learned, evidently, nothing from any of them — concluding that the path to freedom ran through a public park at the pace of a determined jog, on a machine that lacked both the lights to see by and the structural will to remain upright. The sheriff's office noted that he can be outrun by a brisk walk; the motorcycle, to its eternal credit, declined to participate in the escape and lay down.

Source: ClickOrlando / WKMG

The Wire

A New York Man Who Had Already Been Caught Bilking Medicaid Once Decided the Prudent Move Was to Do It Again — Borrowing the Credentials of Real Ophthalmologists to Bill Nine Million Dollars for Eye Surgeries That Never Happened, Then Converting the Proceeds Into a New Jersey Mansion and a Four-Car Fleet of Audi, Bentley, Porsche, and Lamborghini

Maksim Grinberg — not, for the record, a doctor of any kind — built a phantom eye-surgery empire out of borrowed credentials and stolen tax dollars, and the proof of his genius is parked in the driveway: an Audi, a Bentley, a Porsche, and a Lamborghini, the precise inventory a man buys when he wishes to inform investigators exactly where the nine million dollars went. Having been caught at this once before, he concluded the lesson of getting caught was not 'stop' but 'do it bigger,' which is the reasoning of a man who believes himself smarter than the comptroller, the attorney general, and the entire Medicaid Fraud Control Unit combined. He was, it turns out, smarter than none of them.

Source: New York State Office of the Attorney General

The Wire

A Van Nuys Man Ran Four Separate Hospice Companies for the Purpose of Billing Medicare Twenty-Seven Million Dollars in Care Supposedly Rendered to People Who Were Already Dead, Apparently Confident That a Federal Health Program Would Never Notice It Was Paying to Comfort the Deceased

Oren David Shachar's scheme rested on a single load-bearing assumption — that the United States government, which knows precisely when its citizens are born and die, would cheerfully reimburse him for the palliative care of corpses across four hospice companies and twenty-seven million dollars. It is the rare fraud whose every invoice is also its own confession, since a hospice claim filed on behalf of someone the Social Security Administration has already buried is not a clever lie but a flare fired directly at the auditors. He was swept up in the largest health-care fraud takedown in American history, which is the institutional equivalent of being caught in a net cast for whales.

Source: FOX 11 Los Angeles

The Wire

A B.C. Mortgage Broker Whose Three-Hundred-Million-Dollar Ponzi Scheme Collapsed Into Receivership in 2023 Did Not Lie Low Abroad but Bounced From Thailand to Dubai to the Country of Georgia, Where Investigators — Following the Trail a Man on the Run Inexplicably Left Behind Him — Finally Caught Up

Greg Martel ran a Ponzi scheme of the classic variety — roughly 1,700 investors, more than three hundred million dollars, a company called, with no apparent sense of irony, Shop Your Own Mortgage — and then, his fiction having dissolved into receivership, mistook the entire globe for a place too large to be searched. A man who has defrauded seventeen hundred people of three hundred million dollars is not a fugitive the authorities forget about; he is a line item with a passport, and the confidence that one can simply relocate the problem to Tbilisi is the same confidence that built the scheme in the first place.

Source: Investigation Counsel

Black-Robed Egomania

A Federal Appellate Judge — a Sitting Member of the Nation's Second-Highest Court — Pleaded Not Guilty to Misdemeanor Battery After Surveillance Footage and His Own Partial Admission Confirmed He Snatched a Man's Glasses Off His Face and Stomped Them Into the Pavement During a Parking-Lot Dispute

A federal appellate judge spends his working hours instructing the rest of the country on the boundaries of permissible conduct, then resolves a parking-lot disagreement by ripping the glasses off a stranger's face and grinding them underfoot like a toddler denied a toy. The robe is supposed to signify the temperament that distinguishes judgment from impulse; here it signified only that the impulse had lifetime tenure. The footage exists, the partial admission exists, and the gap between the office and the man standing in the parking lot has rarely been measured so precisely.

Source: The Ethics Reporter

The Siren Ledger

A Retired Man in Florence Met 'Bella,' a Twenty-Three-Year-Old Who Loved Him Sight Unseen Across the Telegram App, and Concluded the Only Rational Response Was to Move Two Hundred and Twenty-Two Thousand Dollars of His Life Savings Into a Crypto Wallet She Selected for Him

Every step of the choreography was a tell — the model who materialized from nowhere, the migration to an encrypted app, the investment guidance from a girlfriend he had never met, the returns too steep to be real — and at each one he was asked to choose between the evidence in front of him and the flattering story that a twenty-three-year-old had selected, of all the men on earth, a retiree in Florence. He chose the story two hundred and twenty-two thousand dollars deep. The cruelty of the scam is real; so is the arithmetic of a man who mistook being targeted for being chosen.

Source: Federal court filings, via reporting on 2026 pig-butchering cases

The Villages

A Pop Superstar's Private Jet Has Now Burned More Carbon Shuttling Her Between Bachelorette Parties Than Her Entire Globe-Spanning Stadium Tour Did — and the Press, Asked to Notice, Filed It Instead Under 'Wedding Travel'

The arithmetic is the joke: a single aircraft, idling between bachelorette gatherings, has out-polluted a tour that crossed fifty-four cities and played to millions — and the surrounding coverage, breathless about the romance, treats the emissions as a logistics footnote rather than the headline they plainly are. The complicity runs both directions. The star is entitled to the jet and the press is entitled to the access, and between them they have agreed that 580 tons of carbon is best understood as a love story.

Source: International Business Times UK

Campus Watch

The Dumbest Students in America, Filmed Failing Questions a Bright Twelve-Year-Old Would Answer Before the Microphone Finished Its Sentence

Source: KeroNgb (YouTube street interviews)

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