Long ago, my only objection to Florida was that it was flat and hot. Then it gave us George Dubya. Now it gives us George Zee. David Simon neatly echoes my sentiments:
You can stand your ground if you’re white, and you can use a gun to do it. But if you stand your ground with your fists and you’re black, you’re dead…. I can’t look an African-American parent in the eye for thinking about what they must tell their sons about what can happen to them on the streets of their country.
Okay, Florida contains a lot a honorable people. I even know, like, and admire some of them. But Florida also has become a favorite hangout for people whose — philosophy, code of ethics, social vision, set of values — call it what you will, but it is so far from my own that I have trouble acknowledging them as members of my own species, let alone my own country.
The only rational way for us to co-exist is for one of us to secede from the Union. But we’ve been there, done that, and it didn’t end up well. In fact, it was the conclusion of that secession, which was never a resolution, that haunts us still today.
Perhaps if one of us — my side or their side — could pull off a successful separation, we each could then send reps to the United Nations, and hope something like a World Court could keep us from each other’s throats.
Though come to think of it, similar to what’s going on right now in Palestine. Not what the casual observer might call auspicious.
I don’t know. Suggestions welcome.