It's 4:47 a.m. Hotlando, Florida time. This is Hotlando, the world of two seasons; one not exceptionally cold, and the other hot as Hell. It's HAH here in Whorelando for way too many weeks of the year. We draw on the malevolent resources of all the other states in the winter for the scum which lubricate the wheels of crime. They love Whorelando and the heat just brings more of them. Because of the scum from the upper 49, there is no peace here. There are lots of churches; way too many churches, but no peace of mind. Traffic sucks and the lemon on-your-left is probably trying to figure out how to pick your pocket.
I have seen videos of the scum here in Florida. One which stands out vibrantly is a picture of a man in a wheelchair rolling himself down the street from an ATM. Some very young black dude approaches him, proffers a handgun, and then pistol-whips the older gentleman before taking the envelope containing his money and running down the street. See the wheelchair on its side. See the old man helpless on his side in the now turned-over wheelchair. Nobody cares. Nobody knows. Nobody sees. Ou sont les polices?
It's too damned hot here too be healthy. When there were fewer people and a lot more trees, nature cooled the heat off somewhat with a wet breeze or two. Second stories would have the windows open all day, and the hot air would have somewhere to escape. Now we have to build homes like small fortresses and condition the air for all seasons. These houses smell bad if they are not aired out on a timely basis. We all smell of rot and mold if we are not aired out and cleaned on a timely basis. That is the curse of present-day Florida.
Don't believe the glorified pictures of people running down a deserted beach into a glorious sunset. Ask Henry Ford and Thomas Edison what the Summers were like on the west coast when they lived here. Go and visit their houses. If not for the screens all around, the houses were kept open all day and practically all night. The air had to move through and find its own way; not anymore. Leave the bottom windows open and you invite any number of parasites on two feet to move in with you and share your 'goodies'. I hate this place and its politics.
The right-wing politicos here are smarmy and truthless at best. Even, God forbid, the Democrats are rats in a sinking ship. Don't ask about our governor. Read about him. He is a case for great study.....and how he bought himself an election. This state stinks.
I am making plans to get out of here and finally retire anywhere else. I'd like to stay in the states, but Australia looks good. Because I grew up in a diplomats family in Mexico City, I know of some spots where I could go and hide until death comes along. I don't have an American accent. My Spanish is very good. I have been mistaken as a resident of Mexico, D.F.; and well I should be. That's where I grew up; where politicos of all parties were smarmy and bellicose, and nobody believed them or the church. That may be my solution.
Buenos dias senor. Puedo ayudarle con sus maletas?