A few years ago I spent some time in Florida. This wasn’t the real Florida, mind you, this was Disney’s Florida. I went with friends, had a ball, and hardly saw any of the madness that so plagues the media outlets today. The real Florida is a place where laws are made for political purpose. A good example of that is the Cuban Adjustment Act. Whereas any other nationality sets foot on American soil as an undocumented immigrant, they may be arrested. Cubans, on the other hand, are allowed to stay and provided a 1 year fast track to citizenship.
This is not the only peculiarity of Florida. The ZImmerman-Martin case highlighted the difficulties of the Stand Your Ground Law, but self-defensive assault has long been a right of the people. A recent case that highlighted this was the case of a bully murdered by the kid who was being bullied by him. I am the last to stand for bullying, but murdering your bully and then avoiding charges is a peculiarity that seems rather unique to the Florida Coast.
Lets not forget about the hanging chads. Before it was a cultural reference for poop that just won’t move on, it was the controlling factor in the 2000 Presidential election that saw supposed Internet Creator, Al Gore lose out to Upside Down Book Reader, George Bush.
In a place with as much swamp land as legitimate real estate, there are bound to be a few peculiarities (and alligators). Perhaps none as egregiously odd as this 2009 gem where a man called in a 911 emergency because the Donut Shop ran out of lemonade. Florida is flat out weird. Now, I live in AZ, so I can do about 17 more columns like this on my state, but like I said, I live here.
And people would talk bad about me.