Just in case you beachcombers thought it was getting too serious here at the Gull Reef Club, I bring you some comedic relief, courtesy of google. Apparently, our little Inn is #1 on google searches for “romantic chics”

Honestly now, that don’t make a lick a sense.

I tend to try and save political meanderings for America’s Debate, but I’m not quite sure where I’d fit this in.

By now, even the most hardcore of you beachcombers knows about the alleged disrupted terror plot. There’s been plenty of talking-head commentary on this so far, and I promise not to bore you with rehashing. What’s not being talked about is what is bugging me.

The deafening silence of Americans in regards to the draconian new anti-liquid airport rule is stunning. Most of us learned by first grade that every animal’s essential survival/biological needs include shelter, food, and WATER. In less than an instant, some purported bad guys are reigned in and our government denies some of us of an essential requirement for survival. Why are we ok with this? Why have so many simply rolled over and said that this bizarre new restriction is a good thing? We need liquid to survive. How can we be asked to give up our biological essentials to prevent what may ultimately be a bogeyman?

Then the conspiracy theorist in me says it’s all just a test to see how much can be taken away from a free population before they crack. Fortunately, the conspiracy theorist surfaces infrequently in these waters.

For the thousands of you wusses who are more comfortable giving up your freedom for security, could you please legislate yourself to house arrest and leave the rest of us to enjoy the wilds of liberty?