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Call The Police
Before watching, I do want to say, that unlike stills, when shooting video, I do my best to not speak, or to make myself anymore a participant in such incidents as I have to be. This is especially the case, when taking pictures of those for who I have absolutely no respect. I will apologize (but not beg for anyone’s approval) for the occasional “Fuck You” I HAVE to say when one of these dicks invariably hits me, but I NEVER MAKE A POLITICAL STATEMENT, choosing to stare at them through my camera, hoping they have “something” to say. I will admit, that although silent, I am able to use a (video) camera aggressively, in a way to best illicit a desired, tellingly honest response.
NO APOLOGIES for these evil Trump suckers, though. They deserve all the anger I can silently muster. In my personal photographic ethic, when one makes such a perverse, mean-spirited, public spectacle of themselves, they lose any sympathy or right to command “DON’T TAKE MY PICTURE.”
There Goes The Fucking Neighborhood
Fort Lauderdale, Florida (2016)
Imagine, the two in this video are the spitting image of two (part-time resident) Ocean Club board of governors, who came into power with Donald Trump, and authoritatively hired a Goddamn, right-wing, climate change-denying, Rick Scott-sucking, mobbed up “property” management company (The Castle Group), and immediately went to converting our East Coast Florida home, into a soulless, Sandals-style, timeshare resort. Shit, I overheard one of them say “God Bless Donald Trump” as they walked into the building’s front elevator.
Broward County is known as the most liberal county in Florida, but as a resident, I here to say that there are more selfish, mean, and racist, white nationalist assholes living on Fort Lauderdale’s beach. Especially on the Galt Ocean Mile, just a mile and a half east, over the intracoastal waterway, from the iconic corner of Oakland Park Blvd. and Federal Highway (US1).
Iconic, because of the round, landmark Kenann building, with its old school, tropical scene, tile mosaic spire. Something of a beacon for Broward County’s, climate change-denying, Trump-sucking Klan.
That (Red Tide) Smell
Fort Lauderdale Beach (2016)
This tidal scum showed up on Fort Lauderdale’s (“Where The Boys Are”) beach in 2016, the same time Donald Trump began his pathological lying about every American who wasn’t he, and he started hawking all sorts of overpriced, QVC-style, political paraphernalia, he sold to wits dim enough to eventually vote for him.
Unfortunately, these assholes are a shameless as the dick they suck, so embarrassment and public humiliation is no deterrent for their polluting what had always been a beautiful, East Coast Florida beach.
Pussy In Disguise
Fort Lauderdale Beach (2016)
As per fucking usual, these right-wing, Trump-sucking assholes, the assholes who scream that it is their “constitutional right” to open carry assault rifles in bars, churches, and schools, are the first to scream “you can’t take my picture,” and then call the “deep state” police to confiscate the criminal photographer’s camera. They’re like the girls who paint “juicy across their ass,” and then angrily say “DON’T LOOK AT MY ASS.”
If it weren’t so fucking sad that more than 40 percent of Americans honk their Russian cock-sucking approval of these dicks, I’d say this is the funniest video I’ve ever shot.
Listen to the Hillary-mask-wearing dork as he describes his situation (having his picture taken) to an unsuspecting, Fort Lauderdale police dispatcher.
First you’ll hear him say that he’s not sure if I’m shooting pictures, but I’m pointing a camera at him, and getting “too close.”
“How close?” the dispatcher must ask.
“I’m holding him off with my sign,” the pussy answers.
“What does the sign say?” the dispatcher must ask.
So dim-witted the pussy is, he actually turns the sign over, so that he makes sure he reads it accurately.
“It says ‘LOCK HER UP'” he says, and ads “You better come quick, or we’re going to have a tragedy here.”
Also, as per fucking usual, I continue to take pictures while waiting for the police to arrive.
Most of the Fort Lauderdale police officers I’ve encountered have been relatively reasonable and wise. They understand, and comply, when I ask them to tell these dumb fucks that I have a right to take their picture, and they don’t have a right to threaten or intimidate me.
I usually say thanks and goodbye, and leave them to listen to the inane drivel (shit) these assholes are full of, and that they spew so ignorantly, making South Florida ever less pleasant.
Fort Lauderdale, Florida (Dec. 18, 2019)
Standing alone on the first day of Donald Trump’s impeachment hearing in the United States Senate, this Samoan didn’t get angry when having a camera pointed in his direction … He more relished the idea, and started mugging the camera instead. I’m not sure if he was making fun, or if, maybe, the faces were part of some sort of Island ritual. I really couldn’t get a question in, as he was filling the conversation with talk of a cousin, or some sort of relative, as he said, was “responsible” for whatever success had in the native American territories. Before I could get any clarification, a friend walks up, who in a thick Hispanic (I thought Cuban) accent, began calling me a communist, and if I didn’t like Florida, I should go to California, where liberals are welcome. To him, I had nothing to say, even that I’ve lived in Florida probably twice as long as he is old.
Fitness is in the Planet of the Beholder
When illiterate, let the t-shirt do the talking
Like his “Planet Fitness” t-Shirt, there was much about this Trump-sucking tool that was contradictory, and difficult to understand. As narrates the video he’s shooting with his phone, it is understandable that he expectedly calls me a pervert, and a virus, and continuing to let us know he’s up on current events, he gets up in my face and says I need to stay six feet away, or he’d “kick my fucking ass” with his one good arm. Surprising, though, was his describing the occasional passers by honk of white supremacist approval, as there being “a lot of love out here,” and confirmation that he and his Trump Train brother will have another eight years to suck their favorite Donald Trump, Russian-loving cock. Like any good exhibitionist does, though, workout boy leaves the funniest joke for the end … concluding his intellectual, masturbatory spew, he delivers the most ironic “PEACE OUT” to all his hateful, blind-for- Trump, educationally challenged viewers.
What’s next “ONE LOVE?” … because of course if he were alive today, Bob Marley would no doubt side with the narcissistic Nazi, the partner of Kim Jung Un and Vladimir Putin.
Fort Lauderdale Beach (March 25, 2020)
One last visit to the polluted end of The Strip (Fort Lauderdale Beach), was confirmation that the two Fort Lauderdale police officers I had talked to after this asshole had assaulted my did respond to my complaint, and did deliver a message to Trump Boy.
After his sidekick hit me, and he threatened me with a taser, and screamed in my facce that he would “put me down like the mother fucking dog that I am,” I didn’t call the police. It is always the deep state, I-hate-the-police un-American fools who call to complain I was taking their picture, but I did stop to tell two officers (on Coronavirus beach patrol) that I didn’t appreciate walking along my neighborhood beach, and being threatened with a weapon because I was taking pictures. After challenging the young officers’ suggestion to “avoid” the flag-waving assholes, they did confirm my right to take pictures anywhere chose, and ended the day’s beach activity.
This third, Trump-sucker installment was the next day, and the last before the beach was then shut down to prohibit, not only the sand, but any parking (obnoxious, political flag-waving) on A1A. It was the last opportunity for Planet Fitness boy to over and over and over call me a “sex offender” to himself, and anyone who happened by. And the leader of the Trump-sucking pack let’s me know that the two officers I had talked to the day before, must have talked to him. He described it as their saying that I was a waste of their time, and said that I had called it “my beach,” which I did. I don’t know if they actually said it was a waste of their time, me, as Trump boy describes as me “telling on him,” but I did notice that he didn’t threaten me with any sort of weapon.