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Those who say and believe things like that simply don't know that Florida was a pioneer of "government in the sunshine" and has those sunshine provisions in the state constitution. You can be sure if they were not in the Constitution, we would not have the Sunshine Provisions today.
But be honest. Texas has been the butt of jokes since long before GWB. I have an ancient book of American poems that I bought in my (very) early teens. And that poem was old then.
HELL IN TEXAS (I'm sure it is all in fun! :evilgrin:)
The devil, we're told, in hell was chained, And a thousand years he there remained, And he never complained, nor did he groan, But determined to start a hell of his own Where he could torment the souls of men Without being chained to a prison pen.
So he asked the Lord if He had on hand Anything left when He made the land. The Lord said, "Yes, I had plenty on hand, But I left it down on the Rio Grande. The fact is old boy, the stuff is so poor, I don't think you could use it in hell any more."
But the devil went down to look at the truck, And said if it came as a gift, he was stuck; For after examining it careful and well He concluded the place was too dry for hell. So in order to get it off His hands God promised the devil to water the lands.
For he had some water, or rather some dregs, A regular cathartic that smelt like bad eggs. Hence the deal was closed and the deed was given, And the Lord went back to His place in Heaven. and the devil said, "I have all that is needed To make a good hell," and thus he succeeded.
He began to put thorns on all the trees, And he mixed the sand with millions of fleas, He scattered tarantulas along all the roads, Put thorns on the cacti and horns on the toads; He lengthened the horns of the Texas steers And put an addition on jack rabbits' ears.
He put little devils in the broncho steed And poisoned the feet of the centipede. The rattlesnake bites you, the scorpion stings, The mosquito delights you by buzzing his wings. The sand burrs prevail, so do the ants, And those that sit down need half soles on their pants.
The devil then said that throughout the land He'd manage to keep up the devil's own brand, And all would be mavericks unless they bore The marks of scratches and bites by the score. The heat in the summer is a hundred and ten, Too hot for the devil and too hot for men.
The wild boar roams through the black chaparral, It's a hell of a place he has for a hell; The red pepper grows by the bank of the brook, The Mexicans use it in all that they cook. Just dine with a Mexican and then you will shout, "I've a hell on the inside as well as without."
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