For the record, I was perusing the comments at Youtube and someone posted a google earth link.
There appears to be NO barrier or warning for that dock when they turn the corner:
This street view does show two posts and a chain on the far side:
Monday, January 9, 2017
Meanwhile In Alabama... Two Sweet Southern Ladies Look For Candles....
For the record, I was perusing the comments at Youtube and someone posted a google earth link.
There appears to be NO barrier or warning for that dock when they turn the corner:
This street view does show two posts and a chain on the far side:
A Member Of The All Inclusive Party Tweets How She Feels....
Check out what Melinda Byerley had to say about "Middle America"
HERE<<<<
Byerley says that the first thing those in middle America need to realize is that “no educated person wants to live in a shithole with stupid people.” Particularly, in a “shithole” filled with people who are “violent, racist, and/or misogynistic.” In Byerley’s opinion, “big corporations,” do not consider moving to the heart of America because “those towns have nothing going for them.”
Sums It Up Well....
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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