One of the (F-15?) fighter jets doing a performative strafe just beyond the surf zone of the Miami Beach shoreline, 3:48 p.m., May 29, 2021
A condensation cloud called a vapor cone or shock collar is visible coming off the jet's wings. The aircraft was not quite at Mach 1 and thus no glass-shattering sonic boom was created, which would be bad thing in a crowded urbanized residential area such as Miami Beach.
The pictures in this entry were taken on Saturday, May 29th, 2021 at the very bottom of Miami Beach in the area known as South Pointe both on the beach by the tranquil surf, near the Government Cut rocky breakwater, and pedestrian / biker path. As for the airshow that was underway, more on that in the entry below.
I also watched the Sunday airshow climax that featured four such fighter jets -- and one of which actually created a mini-sonic boom.
Monday, Memorial Day 2021, and the last of May.
With the end of May, I wrap up my second full calendar month living here in Miami Beach. In terms of actual duration, I'm at about 2-1/2 months with the three-month mark technically occurring on June 18th.
I have the day off from work -- which, as you know, entails just working from my apartment down here -- but I really don't want to do anything. I way overspent and over-drank from Friday night to Sunday night, and that's enough.
I went to the Publix grocery store and trundled back with all my stuff in a bookbag and double-bagged plastic bags that I carried. Thereafter, I did two loads of laundry, although my debit card probably needs to be replaced as it the chip reader is beginning to have issues.
I'm not going into the ocean or even over to the beach today.
Honestly, I'm not sure I want to remain a resident of Miami Beach and South Florida. On the other hand, I couldn't move back to a place as WOKE hateful and dangerous as Washington, D.C., where I wasted 25+ years of my life.
What's more, I don't know where to move. At some point, I'd like to live in New England and not too far from the ocean, but it would really need to be a post-Covid era in which lunatic Democrat pols can't just arbitrarily have open-ended lockdowns of their jurisdictions and the morally and ethically diseased racist WOKE shit in the form of a state-and-corporate-sponsored Cultural Revolution has been halted.
Anyway, the remainder of this entry is what I wrote yetserday (Sunday) but did not get around to completing since these entries take, on average, 5+ hours to complete. As noted above, the pictures were all taken on Saturday.
As written yesterday, Sunday, May 30th, 2021 ...
This is an interesting weekend in Miami Beach with the ongoing (yes, ironically named) Hyundai Air & Sea Show: National Salute to America's Heroes.
In particular, I refer to the always-heart-pounding dramatic fighter jet passes -- performative strafes -- with their trailing thunderously whooshing to near-sonic boom-levels -- sometimes climbing basically vertically and disappearing into infinity in the Sun-bedazzled South Florida sky.
The most impressive ones appear to be the delta-wing shape ones and, based on some Google imaging on my part, appear to me to be the F15 Eagle, but I know nothing about fighter jet morphology. If you can figure out what type of jet is in the lead image to this entry, please leave a comment.
I do know that I very much love the John Gillespie Magee Jr. poem "High Flight" ...
"Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue / I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace / Where never lark nor ever eagle flew— And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod / The high untrespassed sanctity of space, / Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."
Above: Just for the record, the bright red-pink object in the ocean toward the center left of the image (actually, it was more of a bright orange-red, but it appears red-pink in this picture) was one of a series of temporary floating markers to denote the just-offshore flight path zone of the military aircraft.
Above: No, I wasn't taking your picture. I was taking a picture of that big-ass military transport jet behind you that was part of the airshow.
For me, the most fascinating aspect is how the fighter jets are traveling just head of their own sound wave. While these jets were not going over Mach 1, they were certainly close to it -- with their incredibly fast and incredibly silent approach, only to have the explosion of sound happen the moment the jet is abeam of the observer. And the "shock collar" or vapor cone condensation cloud that dances on the wings is so cool.
Having said that, I really didn't like the knowledge of the impending explosive boom since you never know exactly how loud it will be or if it will actually generate a full-fledged sonic boom.
I watched these Saturday air show straifs while in the tranquil, turquoise-aquamarine ocean down by the rocky breakwater that juts a half mile out into the sea. That approximately half-mile-long breakwater forms the northern side of the Government Cut passageway between the Atlantic and lower Biscayne Bay / the Port of Miami.
The South Point Park Pier parallels the breakwater for a short distance (supposedly, ~450 feet, but it doesn't seem that long to me).
There were literally a few hundred boats of all sizes parked about a mile or two offshore to watch the airshow. In addition, one of those behemoth ghost factory cruise ships was parked maybe four miles offshore -- still waiting for a return to post-Covid normality.
All this is far superior to the sensory-deadening, marijuana-fumes-suffocating, hip hop-themed Carnival that has engulfed Miami Beach every weekend since I moved here 2-1/2 months ago where it's all sensory-assaulting performative violence for purposes of ALL I WANNA DO IS PUT A BOOM BOOM IN A ZOOM ZOOM domination.
Oh, yes, as you can see in the pictures, the monstrous sargassum invasion of the previous day had basically disappeared. I suspect the beach had been cleaned at dawn's first light, but the water itself was also mostly free of the unwanted demon-spawn algae bloom with the texture of one of those
Thereafter, I went to South Pointe Taverne for a sort of late lunch / early dinner and some drinks. I stayed until nearly nightfall and then walked home and went right to bed.
While there, I met a fellow named Eric who was there with his wife, Andrea, and a friend / business associate. They own a property management firm and work with multiple condo associations in Miami Beach. They were discussing two problematic condo owners -- Millennials, of course, complaining about everything, of course, in their disgusting Social Justice-as-Weapon-of-Totalilzing Control way.
Above: That couple was Italian, Greek, or maybe even Arab -- somewhere in the Mediterranean basin. The lady's bikini bottom is the definition of "butt floss." As for the tattooed guy, he had enormous feet -- like, size 15 or 16 American. No, I didn't take a picture of that. Oh, and you can see all the boats parked offshore for the airshow viewing.
Above and three below: Pictures of just a small number of the literally 200 boats that had been parked offshore of Miami Beach to view the airshow returning to their marina around the Port of Miami or elsewhere on Biscayne Bay.
As an early-ended Gen X'er who cannot stand Baby Boomers and the ruination they brought to society even while still refusing to go away, the Millennials are in a category unto themselves as a sort of Borg-Like entity with their identity politics-based, Big Tech-infused Neo-Bolshevism. Monsters. And the Gen Z, or whatever they are, following them are basically a different species, as hive-minded as they are "multi-gender" undefined and all-around psychotic.
Author and lecturer James E. Higgins spot-on dubbed it "the CRT/pervert alliance" in a tweet on Sunday (see image directly above), and it is really destroying our civilization.
Podcaster Matt Walsh also said it well in a tweet from Saturday: "The powers that be in our culture really really really want your child to be gay or trans". The next three images of that tweet follow below from different points in the embedded horror show of what is ostensibly a children's cartoon video.
Keep in mind that these "non-binary" hermaphroditic individuals will live in a sort of Big Tech hermetically sealed bubble, completely infantilized and because of the forced physical destruction of their biological sex and social destruction of their gender identities, deeply mentally disturbed.
They will be wholly incapable of functioning in society outside of a carefully constructed and controlled Hive-Mind world, which of course is the entire point of this from the perspective of the Oligarchical and Corporate Overclass. Needless to say, they will have to be permanently drugged up as part of this process.
Yes, it's going to be some dystopian world in 30 to 40 years. Glad I won't be around for it.
Putting all that aside and turning to the present, for today, my intention is to repeat that, although I'm unsure if I'll go into the ocean, and my plan is to go Monty's rather than South Pointe Tavern.
Above: All these boats heading quickly in one direction sorta reminded me of that San Franscisco post-mega-earthquake tsunami scene in the 2015 movie San Andreas, but in reverse. In that scene, one of the speedboats flips as the tsunami enters the Golden Gate passageway. I picture that as being shitty Wall-P flipping over in his shitty boat.
Oh, yes, before I go, I had to update my previous entry to make a note about the two coconut palms near South Pointe Park Pier -- to note that the visually noteworthy one is not, in fact, the southeastern most coconut palm in Miami Beach.
That honor goes to an unobtrusive, short and squat one growing about 300 feet away and as close to the pier itself as possible and here is another picture of it:.
OK, signing off for now. My next entry won't be until Wednesday or Thursday night.