as florida slips back into the bog...

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sorry its been a couple of weeks...and now that i don't spend 6 days a week in the kitchen...meaning reading the paper everyday...i have to admit to being a little disconnected from the stupidity that surrounds me here in the sunshine state...but a quick glance at a recent paper brought home the screaming reality that i live in a state that should be returned to to the large reptilian ancestors that forged her...the new governor... a white collar criminal...special interest puppet has started his term with the blanket dismissal of the nations first new high speed line that would connect Tampa with Orlando...now to those of you that don't live in this developers nightmare...insufficient highways make travel between these two hubs taxing at best...both cities are gateway cities to our tourism industry...one for the mouse the other for the beaches...what made this such a collassal fuckup is that the decision was not made for any other reason than to make the tea party idiots happy...forget that Orlando is a destination the world over...and that the rest of the world uses mass transit...when you talk to people from Europe and Asia they are amazed that we all travel alone in our cars to such destinations...you see they travel city to city...region to region...by train...it really is a very relaxing way to travel...you can read...sleep...while moving along with 500 people to the same destination...imagine...that...but we are denied this by a rich white collar criminal...chauffeured around from point a to point b in a gas guzzling limo while his entourage of security and public speak half wits follow in giant suvs...espousing stoic fiscal conservatism to a state with 14% unemployment...we are that stupid...we listen to this assclown and he is our governor...let the swamp have us...we will at least add to the petroleum in a million years or so...

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