With the exception of a handful of the usual suspects the local “Global Warming Climate Strike” gathering in Fernandina Beach’s Central Park looked more like a sparsely attended family picnic with just a few dozen crazy uncles and batty aunts showing up last Friday in an attempt to locate the planet’s thermostat and turn it down a notch or two.
September 2019 Posts
Last week I listed a variety of duplicitous public figures who—in my opinion — are screwing up our country. I also asked readers to help me identify those who are working overtime to mess up Nassau County. A number of locals responded, and with few exceptions their nominations mirrored mine.
When I was a child my mother warned me about people who lie, exaggerate, steal, take advantage of others, capitalize on the misery of unfortunates, and say and do stupid things. “Avoid them,” she said. “They’re toxic and people like that will not do you any good, just the opposite.”
While trading emails about Hurricane Dorian with pal, Tampa Plant High School classmate, and American Spectator writer, Larry Thornberry, I noted that when I was in the local Publix it appeared they had over-ordered water when I heard an announcement requesting: “Assistance on Aisle 17, customer drowning.” I also mentioned that I found it ironic observing local liberal friends stocking up on gasoline and butane gas containers — apparently the stores were sold out of solar panels and windmills.