"Politically, a cancer," Lenny Bruce said 50 years ago. And it's not gotten any better.
It's a haven for monkeys who thrive in a steamy hot climate. It's where meth-addled rednecks wander around in a daze. It's where hobo jungles are side by side with alligator swamps, only you're more likely to get your face bitten off by a hobo instead of a gator. Seriously. It's happened.
While it has its gated Trump communities, dazed Jews still wondering why Myron Cohen isn't performing anymore, and sappy brain-damaged families screaming with joy at waiting on line for an hour at Disney World, FLORIDA STINKS.
FLORIDA STINKS LITERALLY. Just see how many "smell my panties" auction-sluts are from FLORIDA.
Well, happily, there's ONE LESS MORON down there. Two, actually. Cain slew Abel. His bawling brainless mama knew not why. So one brother is dead and the other is going away for, oh, with luck, at least 10 years. Involuntary homicide of a sub-human.
White trash in Florida...wave dirty panties at them, a handful of meth, or a fucking MICKEY D'S CHEESEBURGER, and they literally GO CRAZY.
B. Angus Middendorf (probably related somehow to the 3rd Reich) is 25. "Angus" got into a beef because his brother Nicholas (aka Knickerless) did or didn't feel like eating a cheeseburger. He may have been too drunk to respond. "Angus," according to the cops, was not drunk. He simply couldn't control his hot-headed rage. But that's Florida, where the sun bakes the brains of most anyone whose skin isn't the color of hummus.
"Angus" moo'd his anguish in a call to 911:
“We were in a fight and I grabbed a gun and I shot him. Oh my God!”
His low-class dirtbag mama got on the phone: “My son shot my son,” she bellowed. Then, turning to her surviving son: "I hope yer go ta jail!”
Loving mother, that. Kind of amusing that she wasn't all that upset about seeing her eldest with a bullet in his chest, oozing blood, dead on the floor. She was just cranky. She sneered "I hope yer go ta jail" like she'd do if she saw a dog walker leave shit on the sidewalk in front of her stinky hovel.
Sgt. Denise Roberts: “There was some sort of argument -- sadly over a cheeseburger, whether he wanted one or not."
According to the arresting officer, the Fabulous Middendorfs "and friends" had been drinking and celebrating CINCO DE MAYO. BUT, Benny Boy said he wasn't loaded when he picked up the loaded gun. And you'd think he would've hurried and swallowed half a bottle to mount some kind of defense. But guys in Florida are STOOOOOOOPID.
In case you're wondering why the Fabulous Middendorfs would be celebrating the Mexicans ousting the French over a hundred years ago, it's Latino culture influencing America. May 5th has become yet another excuse to behave like an asshole. Not an official holiday (yet), it's the wetback Fourth of July and everyone's invited to join in. TV commercials scream that it's time to throw back some margaritas or Mexican beer, eat at Chipotle, and otherwise being a useless slob. Office workers eagerly organize the evening's entertainment at a local bar, and EVERY local bar hoists banners, just as they do for St. Patrick's Day.
No, the Mexicans don't seem to celebrate the 4th of July. Neither France nor Mexico nor America celebrates the 5th of November. But as Latinos become more and more of a factor in a country where they refuse to learn English and many cities are almost bilingual because of it, THIS is the result. Some half-wit who probably is related to a Nazi, killed his brother while celebrating Mexicans kicking French ass.
Do I really care? Nope. It simply is more proof that Florida is a shit hole, gun laws don't exist, and white people can be just as homicidal and stupid as the niggas and spics they hate. PS, you don't have to LIKE Mexicans to be willing to go out and get bombed (or SHOT) on Cinco de Mayo.
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