Pirates Cove

Well, bless my heart, here we go again! Citrus

 County Commissioner Jeff Kinnard is back at it,

 urging the county to buy Pirates Cove, that 

infamous flooded property that’s caused more

 heartburn forl ocal businesses than a plate of bad

 barbecue. 

     Now, don’t get me wrong; I love a good picnic as

 much as the next person, but turning a 

 waterlogged mess into a park with picnic tables 

 and grills? That takes some gall, even for good ol’

 Kinnard.

     Let’s be honest—Pirates Cove isn’t exactly a

 hidden gem; it’s more like a treasure chest that

 sank. After a hurricane season so active, it felt

 like Mother Nature was auditioning for a reality

show, I can only imagine how many times that

Property has been underwater. Businesses that

took a chance on the place and paid the price.

They closed their doors and left behind dreams

and livelihoods. Now, Kinnard wants to

transform this soggy disaster into a picnic

paradise? Talk about misplaced priorities!

     Instead of dreaming up plans for a park that

might end up being a water hazard, why not focus

On the real issues facing Citrus County? Our roads

are about as smooth as a gravel driveway after a

monsoon, and our homeless population is growing

faster than kudzu in summer. There are strategic

solutions waiting to be explored, from improving

infrastructure to finding ways to support those

without a roof over their heads.

     I mean, come on, Kinnard! You’ve brought this

 up before, and now, right after hurricane season?

 It feels a bit tone-deaf don’t you think? We need

leaders who understand the pressing needs of

 their constituents, not just those who have visions

 of picnic tables dancing in their heads.

     How about proposing a plan to fix our roads,

which are more perilous than a tightrope walk

over gator-infested waters? Or maybe a

community initiative to address homelessness,

where we can make a difference? Let’s channel

 that energy into something that benefits the

 community instead of a soggy dream that could

 wash away with the next storm.

     So, here’s hoping that Kinnard rethinks his

strategy and puts Citrus County’s real needs at the

forefront. After all, we’ve got a lot more to worry

about than where to put a grill!


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