Florida Equals Wonderland

   When Alice falls down the rabbit hole to Wonderland, she is greeted by the Cheshire Cat. When she asks directions he kindly explains that she
can meet the March Hare or the Hatter, both of whom are mad. Alice exclaims that she doesn't wish to go among mad people. Why, asks the cat, did you
you come here then?  I must ask the same question of anyone coming to visit or live in Florida.
   Whenever my state makes it on the national news scene, it is invariably about some craziness which you won't find anywhere else. Escaped king
cobras and pill farms are just the tip of the latest pyramid scheme. Not only do we not really do much about the insanity, I am fairly certain
those of us who are long time residents go out of our way to encourage it. Originally, I am fairly certain the idea was to discourage carpetbaggers
and copperheads. The population and fraud statistics (not to mention who we elect to political offices) tells me that that plan hasn't worked.
The only conclusion that makes any sense is we just like it this way.
  So welcome to Florida, white rabbits are just the beginning. Welcome to Wonderland where words mean whatever
our politicians and policemen want them to. Welcome to a state whose slogan once was (and still should be) "The rules are different here." If you
run fast enough, you might just get to stay where you are. More likely, it's off with your head.