We have family in Florida. The state – hell, whole trip – is an experience. We start in the Bible belt, Atlanta, Georgia, and start heading into Jimmy Carter country. You start to see a lot of “Asian Spa” and “Southern Exposure” strip club billboards next to “Bible Sale” signs, and they last all the way through the state of Georgia. When you hit Florida, those billboards turn to Pro-life and Ron Jon surf shop ads. And I mean 3 to 1 – pro-life, fetus with a heartbeat signs versus Cocoa Beach surfer signs. I’ve never seen the pushy signs of Florida anywhere else. Florida is home to a lot of crazy stuff – palmettos, hurricanes, hanging chads, Kathrine Harris, Terri Schiavo, Mark Foley, the whole Elian Gonzalez deal… it keeps the news interesting. Recently all-American good guy and Heisman winner Tim Tebow was going to release an anti-abortion ad during the Super Bowl, once again taking an accomplishment of the state and creating another national spectacle. In his defense, he’s Tim Tebow, and incredibly likable. And the ad was featuring his sweet mother.
The creepy part is really the folks behind the ad, and any state that passes up opportunities to tout local liquor stores and strip joints for religious agenda items. Seriously Florida, I just want to see a glimpse of the seedy lives Truckers live when I do my roadtrips. Can we leave the fetuses out of it?
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