Friday, August 14, 2020

Off to Florida to Visit My Dad and a Desperately Needed Atlantic Seashore Vacation, Leaving the WOKE Grotesquery and Covid Hysteria Behind

Flagler Beach seashore near the pier, Flagler Beach, Fla., 2:13 p.m., August 28, 2019

Both the Flagler Beach and Daytona Beach pics in this entry are from those I took on various trips there over the years (2019, 2012, and 2011) and that I found online. If captioned, they are the ones I took.

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OK, I'm off to Florida for the next 10 days or so to see my dad. I'm flying out of National to Daytona via Charlotte. (I return from Daytona to National via Atlanta.) It's my first time visiting him in precisely a year -- and it is also my first time out of D.C. in any meaningful way in a year.


For the first part of the trip, I'll be in Flagler Beach, a place I mocked as the fictitious Podunk community of Dumpwater from Married, With Children in this pre-trip entry.


Also, please know that I apologize for the horribly reverse racist, prejudicial, and dickish tone of that post against any Republican, Trump supporter, or working class person. I was still pathologically anti-Trump at that point.

But that was before the dawn of 2020 and the life-destroying Covid panic porn and WOKE Coup by violence-stoking, riot-loving, ethically grotesque urban and state Democratic pols. They and their morally and gender liquefied, America-loathing media degenerates gave us this unending dystopian nightmare all based on a lie.

I didn't see it then. But it's all so obvious now.

And just so you know, that mindset I had ruined the trip in that it easily led to some nasty arguments with my dad. I alluded to it in this entry. Also, I apologize for the tone of that after-the-fact entry, too.

Another view of the Flagler Beach seashore near the pier, Flagler Beach, Fla., 2:13 p.m., August 28, 2019

I deeply how badly went the trip -- the more so because that would be the last time I would see his friend / semi-girlfriend, Shannon Pierce.

My dad and Shannon at Jacksonville International Airport, 1:44 p.m., August 29, 2019

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Shannon unexpectedly passed away in January at age 48. And, yes, I had spent years hating her -- just like the rest of the world did. Including her only daughter, who had long since run off to parts unknown. Yet Shannon herself was fundamentally a decent, albeit deeply troubled person, that life had treated grotesquely unkindly.

The only good thing I can say about my last visit is that Shannon and I got along very well -- no ill will on her part after all those years -- and I enjoyed her company.


As mentioned above, the other odd aspect of that August 2019 trip is that it was -- I think -- the last time I was away from D.C. in any meaningful way. In fact, in the past 12 months, I can only recall one time in which I was more than 50 miles away from the District (this past April on a Saturday trek to Carroll County, Md.).

Being in D.C. that long and soaking up its soul-crushing WOKE Millennial and self-righteous, never-retire / never-go-away asshole Baby Boomer elite misery is dangerous to one's health.

Ocean surf, Flagler Beach, Fla., 4:54 p.m., August 25, 2020

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As for the Florida trip, I'm looking forward to multiple aspects of it, including just enjoying the world. To be clear, while one cannot sit at the bar in any restaurant, the restaurants themselves remain open with indoor dining / table seating.


This is something the WOKE Twitter mobs and their criminal enterprise propagandists in the form of the American news media Infotainment Complex PSYOP are manically trying to destroy. (I'm going to use that phrase a lot.) That's because to be WOKE is to be both identity politics fixated and Covid panic porn frenzied.


I'd like to go -- indeed, I plan to go -- to the Funky Pelican and High Tides at Snack Jack on the southside of Flagler Beach. I think I'll wait until the next trip before trying to go back to the Golden Lion … (That's where one of the arguments occurred.)


The websites of both places indicate they are open for indoor dining, although the bars are closed.

To be clear, my dad doesn't live in Flagler Beach per se but a seaside trailer park about 3 miles north of the pier.


The second part of the trip (Wednesday - Sunday) is to be spent in Daytona Beach at a nice beachside hotel, where I should have internet access. I'm also very much looking forward to this -- all the more so because it will likely be the only Atlantic seashore visit I get this year.


Just so you know, I like Daytona Beach. It's a physical nice seaside location and you can put together an inexpensive but enjoyable vacation. even though it has more than a small homeless problem, and not in a D.C. way. But I guess it manifests itself the same.

Thankfully, Florida is not under New Zealand-like lethal lockdown or New York City-like soul-obliterating, crime-wave exploding, WOKE Hive Mind semi-closure.

Thanks to its Governor, Ron DeSantis, and its more sensible overall mindset, it isn't in a self-induced, self-destructive coma for an impossible, and highly problematic purpose.

I'm supposed to return on August 23rd.

Honestly, if my dad had internet in his little trailer, I would probably stay there an extra week since the last thing I want is to be forever trapped in fucking Washington, D.C., in this horrid time.

Sigh.

The roiled surf at Daytona Beach, Fla., Oct 5, 2011

This is one of three pictures that I took on a trip down to Florida in October 2011 that didn't go so well. The trip tomorrow will be very different.

And it's not just my own political viewpoint shift. Rather, my dad is going to be 80 in January, and while he is fine, I can't keep letting this much time pass between visits.

The wonderful ocean surf, Daytona Beach, Fla., 11:06 a.m., October 5, 2011

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OK, that's all for now. If all goes according to plan, I should be able to post an entry on Wednesday night or Thursday. However, there is a chance that I won't post one until I return.

The Daytona Beach Pier, 11:01 a.m., October 5, 2011

The Oct 2011 pictures were taken on a two-part trip that took me from Daytona Beach down to Deerfield Beach with help of an Amtrak from Deland to near Fort Lauderdale.

The Daytona Beach pier, 2:48 p.m., July 27, 2012

The above picture was taken during another trip that didn't go so well at all -- again, because of how I wrongly reacted to Shannon. Yes, the Daytona Beach pier looks basically the same after nearly nine years, although it had a different exterior paint job between the Oct 2011 and July 2012 pics. Gone was the pastel coral color, replaced by white, and that EAT AT JOE'S sign.

Another view of the Daytona Beach pier, 2:48 p.m.,
July 27, 2012

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Sometimes I forget just how many times I've been to Florida and, on a related note, how long my dad has lived there. He retired and departed New Jersey 27 years ago, first to Florida, then to the NC OBX, then to North Myrtle Beach, S.C., and back to Florida. I think he's been retired now with a pension for as long as he worked.

OK, that really is all for now.

--Regulus

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