I noticed an increasing proclivity for the initials "V.I.P." in local events for "sponsors." There were few, if any "V.I.P." anythings here until the 450th. Now the V.I.P. explosion has taken off, like Donald Trump's hair in a hurricane.
There was a $100/person event at the EMMA Spanish dance event, with unlimited food and alcohol.
This is not the United Nations or United States Senate.
This is St. Augustine, a small town and proud of it, a humble place, one where we don't "put on airs."
The ilk of Sheriff DAVID BERNARD SHOAR f/k/a "HOAR" and JOE BOLES and LEN WEEKS and TOAD NEVILLE and DONALD CRICHLOW and MARK KNIGHT and JOHN PATRICK REGAN, P.E., and MICHAEL DAVID WANCHICK and PRISCILLA BENNETT a/k/a "RACHAEL" and sordid assorted bovine scarabs and porcine mouthpieces and lobbyists all may think they're "important," "very important."
We know better.
These developer tools, certified fools, grifters, coverup artists, corrupters and co-conspirators arrogate no-bid leases and zoning favors to themselves and their cronies. They kill trees, fill in wetlands and destroy our history and nature with their crimes against nature. And they want "respect?" Respect is earned.
So what does "VIP" mean here in St. Augustine?
How about:
1. VACUOUS INDICTABLE POLITICIANS?
2. VULGAR, IGNORANT, POMPOUS?
3. VITUPERATIVE ILL-INFORMED PHILISTINES?
4. VERIFIABLY INSENSITIVE POLTROONS?
5. VISIBLY INFLATED PSYCHOTICS?
You tell me.
What does it take to be a VIP?
Evidently, only money (preferably either new money or ill-gotten gains, even turpentine slave camps or prostitution will do).
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