Despite an uptick in Covid cases in Fla, the idiots you find here — whether right wing goomba social rejects from Staten Island or Joisey, or entitled snowbirds (these are the “special people” with elevators in their 4K square foot beach-front homes, who come part time, but whose main geezer pad is usually some vomit-inducing McMansion “up north”), or just-visiting delusional spring breakers (how so very far from Where the Boys Are we have come!) — continue to flaunt mask wearing in public.
I took my dog to the beach this morning. Lots of people there. Not one person, other than I, was wearing a mask. And not one of them was smiling, let alone laughing. Funny, because the beaches I went to as a kid always seem to feature normal people enjoying themselves, having a good time with their wives and kids and family. And yes, they actually smiled and laughed, as I remember.
Went to Publix supermarket afterwards to buy supplies, bunch of shit-kickers walking around with no masks — the smugly arrogant expression on their faces daring you to start something. Do you start something at 69 with a 30 year old? Take him on. You know I would be sorry to do so. Despite all the revenge fantasies with random strangers that we all carry around. Hell, I even fought like a pussy at 20.
I asked the manager if he could compel them to wear masks — he said no, all he can do is offer a free mask. But they are not required to accept the offer, as Florida will not allow local municipalities to levy fines for flaunting wearing masks orders.
Florida is an ugly, angry state full of old, angry, entitled right wing assholes. Is at least half of America populated by anything else? Do you really think that a people who think COVID vaccines are mostly derived from the blood of unborn fetuses will prevail long term against, say, a China that already owns half of London?
Take my advice.
Do not come here — ever — whether to visit, and especially, do not even think of moving here, unless you are prepared to worship at the altar of permanent ignorance and entrenched racism. If your parental units expire here in some horribly depressing condo, arrange for the funeral director to have the bodies shipped to be buried in a cemetery that is not sitting on a watery swamp, but instead, on earthen solidity — the place they came to, originally, with their heads full of dreams, mistaken ones, but dreams nevertheless. They will appreciate it, albeit belatedly, assuming one feels anything after being dead, let alone something that can be considered “belated.”
Can’t wait to get my beautiful dog out of this spiritual hellhole.