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I don't know if I agree with that strategy. Rosa Parks sat down in the front of the bus. She didn't get off the bus, and refuse to ride it ever again.
If you urge people of color and other sexual orientations to "avoid The State of Florida" - you're kind of giving them what they want. They don't want you there, and now, you're refusing to go.
My alternative recommendation would be for everyone to go there. Be out in the open. Flood the state with your presence. Let them see you in public, and know that you are present. Show them that they can't discriminate against you; because there are a lot of you, and you are everywhere. Sit down in the front of the bus. Enroll your kids into those schools. Buy homes on those blocks. Join their clubs. Lay out on the sand, and occupy the beach. Be like that man in Maryland. Wear your red "Make America Great Again" ballcap, and bring your gun to a school.
The handpoint company will guarantee their shoes. Now I can, with confidence, buy Diehard boots again.
gotta be cheaper to live in Florida than California.
Jim
Florida is a horrible place. Humidity is always between 95 and 100 percent. Flatter than a pancake. I think the highest "mountain" in the whole state is something like 300' (that may be hyperbole). Plus there is this guy (Florida Man) that is always running around doing absolutely weird crap.
It's also part of the hostile south. They are openly hostile to anyone they deem "different". I'm not sure there is anything there that I want to see.
Give them another 30-50 years before they all drown anyway.
Lived in Homestead Florida for 3 years during my service to the USAF. I know all about the humidity, the bugs, the alligators walking down the flight line. And how flat it is. I also know how clear the water is, and when I was there, no smog. Things have changed a lot in the 40 years I have been away, that is for sure.
It's also part of the hostile south. They are openly hostile to anyone they deem "different".
That is a reality all over The South. There's a very clear line dividing skin tone. Being Asian, I'm not on either side of their line. Apparently, the people who do live in that part of the country, are quite satisfied with their "way of life". Everything is fine, if everyone knows their place and stays there. Sort of like if I stayed in Chinatown, because that's my area, and Jim stays in Fresno. We'll never have a problem if Jim doesn't go to Chinatown, and I don't go to Fresno. And most things were "cash only". With the exception of large, nationwide chains. Small businesses like restaurants, cobblers, bars, dry cleaners, etc...... cash only. They don't want any paper trails for the revenuers to follow.
My ex-girlfriend's Dad is from another country. Raised in another culture. He has beliefs, which do not line up with my own. He once told me how much he liked me, or loved me like a son, or some such nonsense. Then he continued to tell me how we could never get married, because we were different races. Apparently, in that part of the world, you don't mix races.
He was named after an Abrahamic prophet. I call him "Mr. Mo". He thinks it's because I'm Chinese, and I can't pronounce his name. His daughter knows that I'm referring to Moe Howard from The 3 Stooges.
Today, he says to me, "don't you remember the last time this happened?"
He tells me, "It's happening all over again. Bear Stearns. JP Morgan. The debt ceiling. First Republic. JP Morgan. The debt ceiling."
What am I doing here? The Ex is out of town on a job. "Check in on him. See if he needs anything. He likes you." It wasn't the hardest thing to do. Swing by her Dad's a few times a week. Make sure that he didn't fall, and can't get up. I still have a hard time believing that he likes me. He does tolerate me. And he lets me fix things around his house.
I gave him a beer. I brought the beers. Along with a leg of lamb. It's slow roasting in the Weber with apple wood. The old guy loves roasted leg of lamb. According to his faith, he is not supposed to be intoxicated. Yet, "his people" have no problem with owning liquor stores. He says that he imbibes, only with me, because he does not want to insult me. As a guest in his home, he respects and honors me by drinking my beer. I know from experience, this old man could drink a 6 pack, before he's "intoxicated". 3 or 4 beers, and he's still not drunk. The conversation makes it's way around current events as we watch the news on television. The tech guy incident is mentioned.
The old guy says to me, "if someone dishonors my daughter, I think of you as a son, and expect you to defend her honor". That's where we don't see eye to eye. I crack open another can of beer and hand it to him. I'll have to ask my ex, the next time I see her, if I'm to be her Dad's proxy for honor killings.
Listened to a really good discussion about the "national debt". It's not really "debt" in the conventional sense because it's the US government, and they can create money. If you have 25 minutes, it's worth a listen.
Not that I was the person who called Jim Farley's house, on their private line, repeatedly, even after he said, "don't call me anymore and stop bothering my family".
