Get your groceries and fill your tank right now. We have exactly four weeks of sanity left before the great plague of Illinois refugees crawls out of the cornfields and infest our coast. 🚗💨🌽
Come October, I-75 turns into a rolling psych ward of rust-bucket crossovers driven by people with the emotional resilience of wet tissue paper. These pasty, calcium-deficient lunatics will white-knuckle a steering wheel for forty straight hours just to get down here and act like Florida personally insulted their ancestors.
You can spot an Illinois tourist from two zip codes away. Zero situational awareness. They walk into a gas station like they’re about to burst into tears if the air conditioner hums too loud.
They treat our wildlife like it belongs in a group therapy session. The average Illinois progressive lands here, spots a prehistoric swamp lizard sunbathing in a ditch, and immediately starts looking for a customer service desk to report the water for being emotionally unsafe.
They spent their entire lives in some sterilized Cook County suburb voting to ban gas stoves, outlaw plastic straws, and tax leaf blowers by the decibel. Then the first freeze hits their delicate skin and they abandon their socialist utopia and swarm our state like frantic barnacles.
Then they have the audacity to stand in our delis looking like unbaked bread dough, loudly whining that our culture is too aggressive and our cheese lacks ethical complexity. You fled a frozen wasteland where your government steals half your paycheck to patch the same crater in the road for thirty-six years, and now you want to lecture a guy in flip-flops about civic zoning?
Look at what they worship back home. Their political savior is J.B. Pritzker, a human beanbag chair stuffed with inherited Hyatt cash who governs like a mob boss operating out of an artisanal pastry shop. That man is a walking cardiovascular emergency who taxes oxygen while lecturing working people about economic justice. These sheep nod along, pay an eight-dollar toll to cross the street, then sprint to Florida the second the wind chill drops below fifty.
Brace yourselves. In thirty days every left-hand lane is dead, the artisanal seltzer is looted, and we’ll be knee-deep in neurotic Midwesterners screaming at the sun for making them sweat. ☀️💀🥪🐊
@pnshdvermonster I say that the uncontrolled wildfires in Canada have affected our climate 🛑 The weather was never like this before the uncontrolled fires.
I’ve been in Florida for two and a half months now.
I don’t understand how anyone could move here from a blue state and want more blue state influence and politics. I’ll happily be voting red all down the ballot in November.
I went from being in a state where the government couldn’t care less about the people; it was all about their agenda, to being in a state where everything is easier, better, and less “heavy” on you.
The people are nicer, too. I mean, just taking a package to the UPS store will have you walking out like “those are the nicest people I’ve ever met… I like them!”
God bless Florida. I don’t miss New York at all.
It’s starting to feel like the American people are powerless in every way
Our votes are practically worthless
84% of Americans want the SAVE Act
That’s a MANDATE
But the dictators in Congress just say nope, not doing it
They’re willing to die on the hill of rigged elections
I want every lunatic tik tok wine mom to watch a video of the EIGHT MONTH OLD being strangled to death BY THEIR OWN MOTHER while wearing these tiny baby pajamas 💔😭 and then look me in the eye and say she doesn’t deserve to be hanged by the neck until dead.
Fuck that psycho murderer and every single person supporting her.