Good morning and happy Tuesday. We’re pretty firmly entrenched in the summer weather patterns, so we’ll drop the forecasts and go back to blindly groping for superficially entertaining but ultimately existentially meaningless little intros to this here regular accounting of humanity’s downfall.
Hot on the heels of that New Port Richey dude’s crazy weekend rage-driving rampage, a 31-year-old woman was arrested in St. Pete yesterday morning and charged with multiple carjackings and hit-and-runs. Manic Monday, indeed.
Speaking of antisocial people, in the sense that we might be using “antisocial people” in this particular case as code for “unstable assholes,” some St. Pete neighborhood residents are understandably upset about racist, homophobic and other, er, opinionated signs that went up in a guy’s yard over the weekend. It’s fun to cackle over the president’s tweets and all until you have to leave your home each morning and wonder if you’re going to encounter the man across the street who thinks it’s perfectly all right to wish you would disappear from the surface of the earth forever. It’s not religious intolerance, it’s fucking subsidized hate, and if we don’t figure out how to fight it it’s gonna burn us all down.
Should you still be worried about poopy-parasite pools? In Pinellas and Polk counties, yeah. Also, we’ve probably danced around this subject politely for a bit too long: A DIRTY DIAPER ISN’T A BATHING SUIT. Jesus.
And finally, Tampa’s Big Cat Rescue drove to Ohio and adopted three exotic cats, two caracals and one African serval, taken from an illegal breeder. If you’re thinking “well, those aren’t even full-size jungle cats, I don’t see what the big deal is,” then I must commend you, sir or madam, on your knowledge of exotics, but also point out that you’re a bit of a big cat snob. You should work on that.