Sometimes I forget that technically Florida is a southern state, with Confederate heritage and all. It seems like the closer you get to the southern beaches the less and less red the necks are. This is probably because all of Hick-America would much rather spend their money on diamond-encrusted truck nutz and fancy rattle-snake cowboy boots than beachfront property and mingle with the yankee retirees and people who do not appreciate that English is the only language that should be spoken at all times, ever. Oh, and are too busy creaming their Wal-Mart-bought pants pants over the Confederate flag.
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