It’s not you, really. It’s me. After all, I kept coming back to your beautiful beaches, your gentle climate, your delicious seafood. Even after your governors dumped millions of gallons of toxic waste into your signature wetlands, the Everglades, ran sewage lines into the gulf, allowed developers to fill in swamp for cheap shoddy construction, (I’m looking at you Surfside) and kept wages and workers’ benefits non existent so corporations could flourish at the expense of real people. (Because corporations are people too).
My journey with you must end now. You see, I can no longer accept the abuses to both the environment and the population that continue to be perpetrated by your leaders, the ultimate emoji for Florida Man. If stupidity needed a pictograph to explain itself, your present governor would be its model.
For many years I have traveled south to soak up your sunshine. Doing this, however, supports the abuses that continue to be heaped on its shining shores. Swimming with dead manatees and broiled seafood has got to end. Watching the sunset over the red tide in the gulf, Unacceptable! Being exposed to a rampant deadly virus being deliberately sicced on its unvaccinated population for political points: gobsmackingly moronic. And these abominations are like the mere tips of that gigantic iceberg that just dropped off of Greenland.
So goodbye land down south shaped like a hanging dick. Like I said at the beginning, it’s not you, it’s me. You are just too fucking stupid to continue to support. While I may only be one small pocketbook in the larger scheme of things, I think many other consumers may begin to evaluate their consumer spending habits and find that they don’t much like you either. I hope so. In the meantime, I’m taking what little money I have and spending in states that actually support reality.