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The dirty game of politics

Three of a kindToday is election day here at the beaches, and indeed throughout the Florida Senate District 8 area. The special election was caused by the death of Republican Senator Jim King in July from pancreatic cancer. So staunchly Republican is District 8, that the Democrats haven’t bothered to field a candidate. As a result four Republicans have been battling it out for the privilege of representing this area in the State Senate in Florida’s capital Tallahassee.

As a graduate with a degree in Politics and Sociology, this sort of stuff usually interests and entertains me. But even more so round here. It has bordered on a comedy. A neighbour, who is a registered Republican, has been shoving a plethora of election mail shots under our door. This is part of our ongoing game of winding each other up in jest. In return he gets left-wing postcards stuck to his door but that’s a different story. Receiving these pieces of mail has given me an insight into the contest, as too has watching the television adverts between plays in American Football games. There’s not many positive messages, not many ideas about how to improve matters, just a volley of abuse, charges and counter charges. Marvellous.

The original favourite is John Thrasher, a former member of the Florida legislature, who is endorsed by former Governor Jeb Bush (brother of George W Bush), the National Rifle Association, and the Right to Life PAC. So three good reasons not to vote for him then. Thrasher, 65, claims to have three fundamental principles: government reform, government efficiency, and government scale, believing government ought not to grow faster than the ability of its citizens to pay for it. Sounds like that nasty ogre of “Big Government” rearing its head eh John? Meanwhile his opponents have accused Thrasher of spending millions of taxpayers’ money, including to redecorate his office and the state house chamber—even using a state plane to fly to Texas to shop for desks! The source of these claims are a group called Stop Tax Waste, Inc. Lovely.

A Federal judge’s recent ruling dismissing Florida electioneering laws has allowed special-interest groups like Stop Tax Waste, Inc to freely spend in this race without disclosing who they represent or who contributed to their cause. Another, Conservative Citizens for Justice, is running an advert called, “Enough,” that compares John Thrasher to South Carolina Gov. Mark Sanford, who lied when he traveled to Argentina to meet his mistress, and ousted Illinois Gov. Rod Blagojevich, who is accused of trying to sell an appointment to the U.S. Senate. But it isn’t just Thrasher who has faced this negative campaigning.

Thrasher’s principal opponent is 40 year old “New Conservative” Dan Quiggle. In 1989 Quiggle worked for President Ronald Reagan in his post Presidential office and now claims he intends to stay true to Reagan’s conservative principles of personal freedom, economic opportunity and undying optimism that America’s best days are ahead. Behind this would be lowering taxes, and being a proven job creator having started three businesses. Don’t call us Dan, we’ll call you. Quiggle has been accused by his opponents of being an opportunist hurting conservative causes for personal gain, using First Coast Tea Party video footage and logo without permission, and using donations from “liberal personal injury lawyers” to attack rival Thrasher. A group called Truth Matters, a Tallahassee-based organisation, also accused him of hiding behind trial lawyers. A conservative mingling with dastardly liberal lawyers for electoral gain? Surely not. Imagine that. In reply, Quiggle has accused Thrasher of spying on his family and filming his home, the footage appearing on You Tube. Cripes.

Apparently Thrasher and Quiggle are neck and neck in the polls. Gawd help us. But there are two more candidates. Most amusing electoral leaflet goes to 71 year old Stan Jordan. Jordan owns a 40 year old pickup truck which was pictured on a leaflet about saying no to the Obama “cash for clunkers” scheme, and demonstrating that “Stan’s your man” knows the value of thrift. If it wasn’t such a gas guzzler I’d salute his green credentials! A former US Army Colonel, Jordan claims he represents tax cutting, rooting out wasteful spending, creating jobs (as a owner of three beach diners) and traditional Christian family values. Jordan also believes education is important, something that has been rarely discussed on the campaign, probably as it might involve spending some money if my experiences at a recent school parents’ night are anything to go by.

Finally former Jacksonville City Councilman Art Graham suggests himself as something of a compromise candidate - neither a lackey of the state Capitol nor a political novice. “Vote Smart, Vote Art” is the 45 year old’s slogan, confusingly using the colours of the British Liberal Democrats on his banners. There’s an irony - someone ought to tell him. Graham’s experience includes being on Jacksonville Beaches City Council from 1998-2002 and, from 2003, two terms on the Jacksonville City Council. A president of an environmental consulting business, Graham portrays himself as a self-made man from a military family who paid for college with scholarships and work. As well as championing low taxes, small government and economic growth, he sees the need to re-examine the way public schools are run and stresses improvement to transportation and other infrastructure at the Port of Jacksonville as more international carriers look to bring goods through Northeast Florida. Graham also supports the introduction of a commuter rail system, and was the man behind the Beaches Trolley system which provides cheap transport around the beaches area during weekends. But just when I was warming to him slightly, an updated website message blows him out of the water. Pro life, a supporter of off shore drilling for oil, NRA card carrying member, and doesn’t not support “Obama Care”. No thank you Art, I’ll pass.

Republican candidate postersWhile Jordan and Graham have escaped the negative campaigning, one mysterious leaflet slipped under our door had racial undertones. It neither supported nor attacked any of the candidates, but showed photos of President Barack Obama, Black Panther radicals from the 1960s, Nation of Islam leader Louis Farrakhan and the liberal activist groups ACORN and moveon.org encouraging people to vote. It was distributed by the Conservative Voters’ Coalition. “Armed thugs may try to scare you away from the voting booth. Do not let intimidation and threats of violence against you keep you from exercising your constitutional right to vote.”, it advised. Bizarre.

The cost of the campaign is enormous. According to state records the four candidates had already raised nearly $774,000 by 28th August, with more than $400,000 of that heading to Thrasher. It is estimated the special election will cost between $550,000 and $600,000, although some of that cost will be reimbursed by the state, while voter turn out is expected to be no more than 12%. This is the price of democracy. It’s obviously only an academic exercise as I’d be unable to vote at all given I’m neither a US citizen nor a registered Republican. But faced with this bunch I really despair. There’s much posturing but little substance, little in the way of policy initiatives. All favour lowering taxes in a state where there is no income tax. In a separate election for the City Council District 13, the favourite, a Republican called John Meserve stands accused of accepting $105,000 he’d “forgotten about” for acting as an “unpaid agent” for a development company looking to build in Mayport, the area he represented. No wonder that mistrust of politicians and government is so great here. If it wasn’t so serious it would be funny. It’s kept me smirking and fuming in equal measure. Whatever the result the public won’t be the winner that’s for sure.

Camera woes as space shuttle goes

Shuttle launch 28th August 2009

I could kick myself. Of all the moments for my batteries to run out in my camera this was not a good one. I am a stickler for carrying spares with me or changing to freshly charged batteries before setting off for an important event. But maybe the time of night or excitement affected my judgment and off I went to the beach to view the space shuttle launch without a backup. What makes it more galling is that it was a perfect night for it. The sky was clear of cloud, stars and moon shone brightly in a black sky. Small groups of people gathered on the beach at each broadwalk. One hundred and fifty miles south at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center the conditions were considered “good to go” and the space shuttle Discovery mission STS-128 lifted off at 11:59pm on Friday 28th August.

This photo was my first, a tester using the night settings. It turned out to be the last too as the batteries gave up. Usually I would not consider this of merit for display but while imperfect it does show the magnitude of the power involved when it lights up the sky despite being 150 miles away. The shuttle and its fiery snake of a tail were clearly visible until the solid rocket boosters fell away. After that the shuttle’s main engines produced a bright speck which moved quickly across the sky, seemingly in a northerly direction. It was an incredible thing to witness and I’m still annoyed that I don’t have a better photographic record of the event. There are six more shuttle missions. Hopefully I’ll be around to witness at least one more.

Here’s how it should have looked

One for the colleagues

Jacksonville Beach City Hall
It’s a bit of a quiet news week so here’s a photo for my colleagues. This is Jacksonville Beach City Hall, home of the local city council. It looks a tad better than the accommodation I’m used to at work back in the UK, and I might add, it’s just a block and a half from the beach.

Meanwhile back at the shack we’ve finally made use of the US government’s kind gift of a $40 coupon towards a digital converter box - America has turned off the analogue TV signals, and those who cannot afford cable cannot be allowed to go without TV over here. The boxes are like the Freeview ones in the UK, and have proved difficult to track down, fresh deliveries are immediately snapped up. The unit we “bought” was exactly $40 so we expected just to pay sales tax of around $2. But apparently so many people complained about paying the sales tax that it’s been removed on these items! Only in America.

Another “only in America” moment came when the box was finally set up (a new antenna is still required to get the full offerings). Tuning to one of the local news channels unearthed an astonishing story about a truck dealership in Missouri offering a free AK-47 assault rifle with every new vehicle purchased. Apparently Mark Muller had experienced an upturn in sales after a previous promotion offered a free hand gun, so he’s decided to offer a voucher worth $450 which customers can exchange at gun stores for a AK-47 or the weapon of their choosing. Unbelievable but true - here’s the evidence. I think I will stick with TV vouchers and supermarket coupons. Much safer.

The Fourth is not strong in this one

Fourth fireworksFriday 3rd July gave me a taster of what was to come. The neighbourhood was alive with fireworks of a volume I have never experienced, and these salvos carried on into the early hours keeping me awake until at least 2am. So I was not in the best of moods when I eventually rose, which added to my general dread about the 4th July. Patriotic banners and decorations had long appeared outside houses, (someone had even spray-painted the US flag on their lawn) while cookies with red, white and blue icing adorned the “specials” displays in supermarkets. There’s normally a large number of “Stars and Stripes” flags around the neighbourhood on any normal day, in fact if I saw those many Union Flags back in the UK I’d think I’d wandered unwittingly into a BNP convention. But as the 4th July approaches even more are unfurled. America tends to be far too self-congratulatory at the best of times in my view, so I was expecting an über expression of fervent patriotism. Thankfully Tina is open-minded enough to believe that America is far from perfect, there is much room for improvement, and shares my view that the outpouring of a pride bordering on arrogance in many cases on the 4th July is fairly over the top.

So therefore you might expect that our 4th was fairly low key and you’d be right. Fourth fireworksThe day was dissected by a trip over to Tina’s employers’ to let their dog out for some exercise as they are away on holiday. There was fear that this trip towards downtown would mean crazy traffic and no parking when we returned to the beaches, the most popular gathering spot for the celebrations. But it did give some cause for some celebration of our own. During a visit to an Arlington thrift store, Tina unearthed a brand new dress with store tickets still attached (showing $140) for only $10. Meanwhile I found a shirt, again brand new with store stickers in place for just $4. Plus we found several CDs at $1 each. I was warming to the 4th July. Another bonus was that many of the shops were nearly empty of shoppers, so it was a good time to stock up on weekly food goods. (But not patriotic cookies!)

Back at the beach we had a traditional American meal of burgers and hot dogs (both vegetarian of course) in honour of the great day. But in an unpatriotic move we selected a bottle of Australian Merlot rather than a Californian red, and adjourned to the table in the apartment garden area. Fouth fireworksIt was a sultry evening with no breeze, but enjoyable out there talking to some of our neighbours, and watching the increasing number of revellers staggering by on their way to the beach for the firework display. I enjoyed proffering the opinion that America might be a better place if Britain had actually held on to it. It was all taken in good heart. Just before the fireworks were due to start at 9:30pm we wandered down to the boardwalk to watch the spectacle through the waving sea oats in the dunes. It seemed most of the apartment block residents were there, joining somewhere around 100,000 other people. I left the “oohing” and “aahing” to the natives, I’m not overly fond of fireworks. I think they are in the main a waste of money, scare the animals, and if I wanted to be kept awake all night by loud bangs and flashes I’d have holidayed in Baghdad. However they do make an interesting and challenging subject to photograph. The majority of the photos I took were disappointing but here are the acceptable wheat from the chaff. Back at the garden seat we watched the traffic jam crawl southwards until well past midnight, and I stayed out further into the early hours drinking with the neighbours. An uneasy truce? Nah, good friends and willing parties to banter.

Fourth fireworks Fourth fireworks

It’s a sign…

Lifeguard seat sign…not from above but from the local neighbourhood. Early morning bike rides along the beach often turn up something unusual or eye-catching so the camera is always packed in my rucksack. This post’s photo collection initially started as a practical moment, an attempt to record the warning flags that fly at the beach and advice about rip currents so I could avoid any dangers lurking in the ocean. But as I rode around the beaches area I spotted other signage that would be unusual to the British readers of this blog, despite being just part of ordinary daily life over here. It’s a chance to practice photograph composition too. Hope you enjoy the images of just another day around Jacksonville Beach.

Beach warning sign
How it all started - beach warning sign

Rip currents
Rip currents - if in doubt do nowt, stay on the beach!

Sea Oats sign
People of North Staffordshire appreciate the importance of their oats too

Welcoming sign
Strict. Makes a change from “No ball games by order”

Wrong way
There doesn’t look much wrong with this way at all. Rather pleasant in fact

Ragtime Neptune Beach
Ragtime Tavern Neptune Beach

Sign overload
A plethora of signs - including the Florida Times-Union newspaper known to some around here as the “Jacksonville Joke”

Bike signs
Don’t worry I always do

Sofa so good

Sofa so good

I’ve been here a month now and so far so good. The last week or so I’ve been mainly in the house doing DIY chores and spending a lot of time riding to hardware stores. It’s not all beach life you know. In fact since the day I was crab spotting I have not been back for a sunbathe mainly due to letting the sunburn recover! There are a few photos to upload from a few hikes and trips downtown, plus some more from around the beach. There’s no time for that now so I’ll just leave you all with this typical sofa scene - a good book and two doting cats.

It’s a jungle out there…

The Postman Cometh

… or so it seems. A typical scene around 3:30pm most days is the postman arriving and filling up the mail box. This one likes his issue pith helmet, although most of the others don’t bother.

White (in some places light blue) sun helmets of plastic material but traditional design are still worn today by some mail carriers of the U.S. Postal Service (USPS), when delivering the mail on foot in hot climates such as South Carolina, Florida, Southern California, Arizona, and Hawaii.

says Wikipedia. So it would seem. I like the foliage at the front of this shot giving the impression that Postie had a far more difficult delivery to make than actually occurs. However that said, during the floods a few weeks ago the post van had to mount the lawn to avoid Postie stepping out into several inches of water. The mail must arrive after all.

Seen a Ghost… Crab

Ghost Crab, Jacksonville Beach 9th June 2009 After several days of afternoon storms preventing any sunbathing, I learnt my lesson and on Tuesday I set off for the beach at 10am. Once again I had liberally applied the Factor 50 to protect my pasty skin, and settled down on the lounger in a quiet spot near the boardwalk from our street. I was positioned high up the beach away from the sea quite close to the dunes where the long grass swayed gently in what little breeze there was. It is already very hot by that time of day, a cloudless sky with the sun beating relentlessly down is a perfect place for me to relax. One can almost feel the energy surging back into the body to “recharge the batteries”. But I can only lie there inactive for so long, so I started to read my current book of choice, a biography - “Aneurin Bevan - Volume 1″ by veteran politician Michael Foot.

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted movement. I looked up from the book to see a sizable crab about a yard from my sun lounger. I scrambled to get my camera out of my bag but to no avail, in a flash the crab had squeezed down a hole that was about an inch and a half diameter. Ghost Crab hides itself, Jacksonville Beach 9th June 2009I surveyed the environs. About 10 yards away another crab was making its sidewards way along near the line of the dunes. Unwisely I leapt up with my camera to get a closer picture. Startled, the crab commenced burying itself in the impression of a footprint in the sand. Back at the lounger the book was put aside, and I started to scour the landscape. There was another crab, and another. They were all over the place if you looked closely enough. Using the camera at its maximum zoom I spent almost an hour observing their behaviour and taking snaps. It was quite hard as they seemed to detect the slightest movement even yards away, and they would flit for cover. Ghost Crabs about to tussle, Jacksonville Beach 9th June 2009
The beach was full of holes excavated by the crabs, every so often one would pop out, deposit its load of sand at the entrance, then retreat for its next batch. The crabs were about the size of a human hand, but complete with fiercesome pincers.

Later internet research identified these crabs as Ghost Crabs, and the description here from Wikipedia seems a perfect match:

Ghost crabs, also called sand crabs, are crabs of the genus Ocypode, common shore crabs in many countries. In the south eastern United States, Ocypode quadrata is frequently seen scurrying along beaches between sunset and dawn.

These crabs are called ghosts because of their ability to disappear from sight almost instantly, scuttling at speeds up to 10 miles per hour, while making sharp directional changes. These creatures have two black eyes, with very good 360° vision.

The ghost crab tunnels down four feet into the ground at a 45° angle, creating 1-2 inch wide holes, which speckle the beach. At dusk, these crabs will sprint to the ocean in order to obtain oxygen from the water which washes over their gills, and in the beginning of the summer, females will release their eggs into the ocean.

This is another interesting piece on the Ghost Crab by Patricia B. Mitchell Hungry Nocturnal Ghosties

As more people arrived on the beach the crabs stayed hidden for longer so I returned to my book and tan. The latter is a sore point, literally, as the Factor 50 proved somewhat useless, and I realised later that the 3 hours on the beach had been enough to inflict a burnt back and shoulders. At least I escaped crab bites!

More photos

Ghost Crab, Jacksonville Beach 9th June 2009

Ghost Crab amongst the pebbles and shells, Jacksonville Beach 8th June 2009

Around 2pm everday…

…this seems to happen:

Rainy days (Click for short video - 8Mb download)

Yesterday I daubed sun block all over myself in readiness for the beach only for the sky to darken and a thunderstorm take hold before I even got out of the door. It stayed around until early evening flooding the street outside. Today I managed to get to the beach, but after ten minutes it went ominously dark and a large raindrop landed on my chest. I sat in contemplation for a few minutes hoping it would pass but as the rain drops gathered pace I decided to follow the example of the rest of the people fleeing the beach. They were obviously well versed in the Jacksonville weather. I trudged back to the apartment just 25 minutes after setting out. A wise choice, as almost with ritual timing the heavens opened, the thunder cracked and heavy rain stopped play. Molly Cat has taken up residence under a bed, and it looks like another afternoon cooped up for me too.

Stop Press - The Aftermath:

The aftermath of 90 minutes of rain 8th June 2009

Big splash - the aftermath of 90 minutes of heavy rain 8th June 2009

Everything in America seems bigger…

Whopping traffic cones
…Even the traffic cones. Third Street and environs are replete with roadworks at the moment and there’s traffic cones all over the place. But these are whoppers. I’d like to see some drunken student stagger off with one of these beauties and display it as a trophy in the communal living room like they do in the UK. They’d be lucky to get a few feet towards home before exhaustion or police intervention halted their progress. You can’t exactly smuggle one of these along the road eh?! ;-)

Acme traffic cone
I always thought ACME was only found in cartoons! Apparently not!

Rain and DIY / cleaning has stopped play. There’s nothing much of interest to report. So meanwhile here’s some other recently taken photos from around the Jacksonville Beach area.

Jacksonville Beach Fire Dept
The fire appliances always look resplendent, any free time must be spent cleaning these machines

Jacksonville Beach Band Stage
Jacksonville Beach Band Stage being prepared for Friday’s Moonlight Movies, free shows out in the open which start at 9pm. Children’s play area provided too.