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Sunday, February 21, 2021

February 21, 2021

Yesteryear
One year ago today: February 21, 2020, Soddy-Daisy, TN
Five years ago today: February 21, 2016, what property liens?
Nine years ago today: February 21, 2012, Kiss Cafe first mention
Random years ago today: February 21, 2017, early double window work.

           Third Saturday of the month, it never caught on but it was once a key excuse to take a day off and motorcycle ride. It landed the week after most of my trips to Miami so if fell out of favor. The new minivan, “the Smithsonian”, changes things. We now have cool-weather capability, so I’ve tagged the day as “Apple Sunday” to see if we can revive the practice. Good morning, she’s a cool one so maybe we’ll take time off. What would you like to do? I just found four websites for museums that don’t mention where they are located. (By area code, one is in Ohio.)
           The guy at my new dentist office is from Sarasota, and he says the Ringling museum is still there. It could not be that simple and easy, this is Florida, but should we take a chance? With the motorcycle, it was there for coffee and head back every trip, not planning to stay because it always rains.
           The van means if it is another scam, we can reschedule for a siesta. Whaddaya say? It is 6:30AM, so make up your mind. Ybor City is not an alternative. Tampa is a liberal scumhole who are probably enforcing some three-mask ordinance. The purpose of liberals is to bother other people.

           I decided to go see the Ringling Brothers circus museum, and we were right years ago that it is mostly bullshit. The actual circus grounds are long gone and what you have is a local faction bleeding off the former reputation of the museum. Of all the misleading titles on-line the one you want is called the Ringling Estate—but almost nobody calls it that. The listed address of 5401 Bayshore Rd is not marked and there are no road signs. The actual address is University Blvd, which is a university campus with casual mention in the signage that Ringling is there—but does not mention the Ringling Circus Museum, the only thing most people want to see. Quick, who wants to see a circus and who wants to see an art museum. That’s what I thought.
           It’s not a circus museum, but has a model of a circus in a house donated to the city in 1936 by the last Ringlings who were able to pay the mounting taxes. It’s an American thing, confiscation by taxation. There are two houses, neither clearly marked, in the far northwest corner of a campus parking lot. If you find it, your frustrations have only just begun. You see, there is an identical address 12 miles north that GPS displays. Nobody at the Ringling has fixed this problem, nor feels inclined to do so. Alas, the picture I took of this did not turn out, a shot of the building 50 feet away while the GPS said 12 miles.

           Thus, I claim to be the only club member who has been kicked out of a museum. Actually, it was the sidewalk in front of the place, but lying works so well for CNN. What happened is I waited close to 15 minutes in the wicket lineup to be informed they did not accept cash. There is no indication of this in their ads, web pages, or telephone answer service. You don’t know until you’ve wasted time waiting in line. Wait, there’s more. The sign that says no admittance without a mask is at the far end of the parking lot. Florida specializes in this type of notice. The same sign says thank you for your cooperation. What cooperation? Do what they say or get lost.
           Since you’ll have hoops finding it elsewhere, here’s the price. It is $25 per adult, with a token $2 discount for seniors. Makes you wonder what kind of break to expect if the property had not been donated. Here’s the dinner bell at a nearby plantation, which I’ll explain momentaril why I’m there. In the far background are the slave quarters. They make an interesting comparison to inner-city neighborhoods in current times. The bell is remarkably loud, as every passing kid finds out in a hurry. Loud enough, I’d say, that it was the plantation’s primary form of communication.

Picture of the day.
1930 Buick car horn.
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           Saying to hell with this, I sat down on a railing outside the entrance with a cup of powdered coffee. As people walked up, I mentioned the mask requirement. Shortly there were 18 or 20 people waiting around while somebody ran back to the car for the masks. This attracted some attention from the staff. But it was when I began telling people they had to identify themselves to get in (the credit card requirement) that things began to heat up.
           Two security guards walked over and said I had to leave. I pointed out I was on public property and they said so were they. But they began to project that there were two of them and one of me. I walked across the street, took their pictures, and hoofed it out of there.
           This, folks, is the treatment you can expect unless you behave to their expectations. That’s a terrible thing in a country that, just two generations back, prided itself in individualism. There was a time when business had to adapt to what the customer wanted. And, for the record, their ticket clerks are loser middle-aged broads with ugly hairdos and hefty hips.

           I returned to a plantation museum I’d seen on the way into town, sign said open 10 to 5. I parked in the designated area and walked the distance way back to the house. Only to find there was a tiny sign by the doorknob saying closed due to COVID. This is the modern brand of inconsideration. It would have been minor extra effort to put that sign a few yards down the driveway so other people would not waste time. This sort of thoughtlessness is always a factor in a liberal society, but I never experienced it on an industrial scale until I worked for the phone company.
           On the grounds was this sugar roller. Otherwise, it’s a useless top. I peeked through the shutters, the mansion is sparsely furnished. There was also this neat cistern, you can see the feed pipe running off the mansion roof. Oddly, there is plenty of fresh water in Florida just a few feed down into the ground. This cistern is like a small squat shed, a lot of work, so there must be some explanation.

           Notable here is the corner with the water bucket. It’s positioned near the door to the separate cookhouse to the immediate right of this view. These scenes are all from the Bradenton/Sarasota area, where I spent most of the afternoon. Like most Florida towns, it is a clone of the next town. It’s quite easy to get lost, since even the layout downtown in most is the same. I took the road through Parrish, thinking I’d not gone south from there before, but spotted several landmarks, such as the country store with the misspelled sign. It was sad to see most of the non-franchised outfits boarded up.
           Nor did I realize Parrish was less than twenty miles from the city, so I stopped for the only available coffee, a powdered mix. That’s where speaking Spanish comes in handy. Bradenton seems highly segregated along those lines. I’ve only been in the area a few times. The round trip was 178 miles, so this trip was not much incentive to return. And my description of how driving habits have become third-world strongly applies to that area. Customary Yankee let-the-other-guy-in politeness has become to the latest crop, a sign of weakness.

ADDENDUM
           Oh no, not another round of election news. One Arizona county (Buck) added 17,344 votes between November 6 - 20. Biden won by 17,345 votes. Many of the suspect states claimed the records were confidential, which is not true but tells you how gullible people are. Once again, 100% of the non-evidence is against the Democrats, which is incriminating enough in itself. What’s in today’s libtard news? Coca-Cola is advising its employees to act less white. Some corporations insist on the vaccine, others ban it.
           The news and Facebook confrontation in Australia is your landmark conflict of the Internet area. Where Facebook had it coming, their opposition is acting out of greed, so both sides are in the wrong—if you ask me. Traditional media held monopoly power so long it became the arch purveyor of slanted news and prevented competition in a manner similar to the early American railroad barons. While the Internet was designed to disseminate information, it’s a natural that would quickly encompass news. The argument seems to be that people can get free news from the Internet that they would otherwise have to pay for in the newspapers.

           It’s not easy to take sides on this one. The existence of alternative news sources made a lot of other media raise prices and diminish quality. I no longer pay $3 for the daily newspaper just to get the crossword, but whose fault is that? It doesn’t help the mainstreams cause that they so early and strongly took sides by going far left. My hope? That both fail and a new non-biased system arise that people willingly flock to.
           What would I change for now? I would be okay with the “re-broadcasters” to have to pay for content they lift for free, but against any hint of using Facebook to control what individuals say or repeat on a small scale. Don’t discount that is what may be the real issue here. Speaking of issues, University of Cambridge has come up with another study sure to be suppressed. Most famous for being totally censored over their studies that showed IQ is race-based and that intelligence is determined by a gene, they have done it again.
           They have shown that people with extreme viewpoints are unable to “perform complex mental tasks”. They did not specify the most common extremism of today is the radical left, and they were very polite over describing what they mean by the mental thing, using phraseology like “tend to perform poorly” or “see everything in black and white”. The strongest language merely says they struggle with tasks that require intricate mental steps. My gut instinct tells me Alex Jones has been saying this about the Democrats in much plainer terms for a lot longer.

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