“For 155 years, we have closed our beach on Sunday mornings to honor God – a core pillar of this community."
In the otherwise dreary year of 1986, a pretty sixteen-year-old girl broke out of the shackles of her upbringing in a Christian seaside community in New Jersey called Ocean Grove, and split for the North Shore.
That was Alex Florence who’d go on to birth a two-time world champ, John John, the reigning surfer of the year, Nathan, and the coolest of them ‘em all, a man so sexy he makes your hair stand up and your stomach turn to buttermilk, skate-surf maestro Ivan.
And, for surfers, who want a little taste of those occasionally epic hurricane-generated tubes, well, it ain’t gonna happen on a Sunday morn when, by all rights, you should be giving it to Jesus in church.
Y’see, as a mark of the community’s piety, the beach is closed until midday on Sunday although that rule was overturned by the state last October when the Department of Environmental Protection ordered ‘em to stop close the beach Sunday or else risk twenty-five gees a day in fines.
The Ocean Grove Camp Meeting Association, which owns the beach, appealed the decision and lost.
“All members of the public are welcome [onto the beach] 365 days a year. Anyone, regardless of race, creed, religion or orientation is welcome onto this private property 99.5% of the year,” the Association argued.
Now, the joint is open, temporarily, while the group continues to fight the decision.
“For 155 years, we have closed our beach on Sunday mornings to honor God – a core pillar of this community since the founding of the Ocean Grove Camp Meeting Association,” the group’s said in a statement. “We are challenging this order to preserve our property rights and religious freedom.”
I kinda like the idea of no pressure Sundays, ain’t no need to wake up for the early, but also the notion that I might slip into an empty tube while the good burghers of Ocean Grove are getting their fix in church.
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“….. to preserve our property rights and religious freedom”.
How’d that work out for the American Indian?
^^ my single biggest go-to when hearing some of the anti-immigrant stuff here
fuck we try our best (sometimes) to remain open to all viewpoints, perspectives, “experts” & so on re: the issue, but i just don’t feel like i got any historically moral high ground to stand on all ardently as fuck when it comes to rebuffing immigration of any kind, “legal” or “extra-legal”
Sunday morning surfs have always been my favorite. All the annoying bible thumpers I hate seeing in the water during the week are nowhere to be found.
Silly sausages.
Apparently (Wikipedia) there’s a large arena which is renowned for people playing with their organ in a rather public manner.
The community has also done it’s best to welcome the burgeoning LGBTQ community, so fair enough.
99,5% of the year means you only close the beach for two days not 52. And how would you feel if there was a Pride parade on your beach every Saturday? Everyone lubed up and ready to bang thy neighbor?
Go preserve yourselves in a pickle jar you inbred fucktards.
If this actually sticks, I’m forming a religious cult and shut down beach access on sundays. Only priests and lady priests allowed. The church of latter day grit or something.
Just buy some fluro rashies and buy a fog horn.
Grab a few friends and hold a contest every Sunday between yourselfs
Works perfectly most larger towns and cities in Australia
No taxes!
Sunday morning at Ocean Grove,
Methodist surfers can’t go with the flow.
Hungover and tired, they can’t deny,
Their excesses leave them landlocked, wondering why.
Christian flags wave high, a beacon bright,
A cross-shaped pier guides them through the night.
They dream of riding waves once more,
“Shooting the pier” with skill and grace evermore.
But guilt creeps in, a nagging fear,
Their sins will send them straight to hell this year.
They’ll wait, recover, and try again,
But the weight of sin hangs heavy on their heads, in pain.
On the water, freedom’s lost,
Souls tormented, by the hell they’ve crossed.
But no doubt Trump inspired pussy grabbing is welcome on ‘their’ beach 7 days a week.
the irony of the save the beach, save the sea grass, save the dunes, protect the sand crabs, the sand fleas, the reefs, the rocks, the sand, etc. “Department of Environmental Protection” demanding you have to open the beach 24/7/365.
HAHAHA
I was raised Methodist. Really the most boring, vanilla form of Christianity that exists once we lost our snake handling in church roots.
You should try primitive Baptist. Atleast the methodist preacher can drinky the alcohol. Primitives drink the striychnine, and snake venom. A warm buzz too start I’d wager, but the hangover, it’s killer!
I give the biscuits a thumbs up….
He used to live on the opposite side of the harbor in front of where I surf.
Weird Al Yankovic of pizza. You aware of the blood feud over Rusty’s?
Nothing like breaking the family apart over bad pizza
Bunch of upper crust commenters I sea..
crustiest of uppers man!
Jehovah pees sitting down.
So do Europeanz
Austrian partner, it’s a constant issue.
I’m always going stand up.
I don’t give a fuck if Austrian men have to sit down.
I’m not fucken Austrian!
I was visiting the Seafood Market and drove by the Golden Corral yesterday. I’d only seen one on TV commercials. Just think, you can have steak, pizza AND fried chicken at one sitting?
Blows Shakee’s away, but then again, Dan bought them out anyway…. you seen Dan’s new ride? Least the Corvette had some vintage cool.
All you can eat Shrimp did them in.
Who knew?
If only Chili’s, Applebee’s and TGIF’s would replace Red Lobster with Shrimp specials.
Shellfish bastards!
I thought Pyzel knocked up Mom Mom Florence ?
The Ghost
Ha