AND GENERALLY SPEAKING ...

It turns out the Florida's surgeon general is an insane psychopath. But, for those people who do not live in Florida, that isn't news. And Florida Man is quite happy with officials who are as loopy as he is. It makes living in a sinking hurricane-slammed swamp more entertaining. We must sympathise with Florida Man. It's not easy being an idiot in a world of literate people.


Whenever you see a vehicle with a Florida license plate, please be kind and tolerant; that's a refugee desperate to join mankind. Possibly en-route to the neared public library to get some reading done. He and his family are very probably scared.

Feel free to offer them beer and vaccinations.


Actually, the only Florida resident I've ever met in person was a batshit crazy Trump supporter who had come to California for medical care, seeing as a particular cancer treatment they needed was unavailable in the South. That was nearly a year ago.
They may be dead now. If so, the national average intelligence went up.

Over the years I've known several people living in Florida. Three. A person from Texas (religious), a Californian (also religious), and a Dutchman (probably irreligious).
Nice people. Sadly, I've lost contact with all of them.

WHAT FLORIDA DOES NOT LOOK LIKE

Florida, as everyone knows, is where the bad juju lives. Insane religious preachers, racist cops, fascist politicans, book-banning hardcore Christians, and antivaxxers. In a swamp with alligators and mosquito-borne ailments, plus beer that causes brainrot. It is the epitome of the American South, more soft in the head than even its nearest neighbors Alabama and Georgia. Idiot good ole boys and bad football.

Sourgum trees, tupelos, pythons, greasy sandwiches, and conch.
And everywhere the smell of rotting vegetation.
Not to be confused with the food.

Honestly, what can one say about a state where the biggest high society social event of the year was opening a prison camp for foreigners (other than the Latino narcotraficantes who run Miami)? They had the cheering squad out, pom poms, glee clubs, and chapters of the John Birch society, all celebrating and heading into mating frenzies.

I love my fellow Americans.
Except for most of them.
Particularly Florida.



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