I agree. Some enterprising folks will invest their time and energy and vehicles collecting all this crap without destroying it, and then reselling it for a profit. All we need is the ordinance in place, the government can step out of it after that. Unless someone is actively using the property, it is considered abandoned after 7 pm.
Private property owners should have the option of permitting their stuff, as long as they can prove that it is safely anchored and will not become an airborne missile or otherwise hazardous to public safety. Permitted objects need to be clearly marked, and private property owners need some sort of option for legal recourse if their property is mistakenly taken. And they should be required to insure it, as they would any other personal property. I know, these are the tricky, sticky points, but I also know a solution can be found, it might just take a bit of compromise on EVERYONE'S part.
I love the turtles, but we need to leave them out of it. It seemed like a smart idea to bring mice and turtles and all sorts of endangered species into all of these environmental arguments a couple decades ago, because it gets the governments attention and funding... but the real problem is the narcissistic, egotistical and disrespectful attitudes that have developed and are prevalent in our society today. It seems everyone has forgotten how to be respectful of all the rest of the people sharing this planet, and if we can't respect each other, we certainly aren't going to be able to respect a turtle or a mouse.
We ALL deserve a little piece of this beach paradise, each and every one of us. Owners, renters, locals, tourists, rich, poor, people, turtles... The only price is to treat it with respect. Yet so many today are such gluttons they have no idea how to gracefully accept that little piece, and respectfully share the rest with everyone else.
Those photos are sickening, I had no idea it was so bad. I stopped for several groups of people today crossing from the south side to the north side of 30A, carrying floaties and chairs and wheeling wagons full of stuff back home with them. I wanted to get out and hug each one of them.