Florida may lag behind the rest of the country in areas like education, foreclosure rates, and sleeve-wearing but, as these stories show, they still lead the union in good old-fashioned bats**t insanity. Then again, what do you expect from a state whose population is a rich blend of meth-addled teenagers, retired pro wrestlers, Cuban nightclub promoters, and leather-skinned senior citizens? The whole place is one margarita away from descending into a 58,000 square-mile bar fight. You're drunk, Florida. Go home and sleep it off until the next election year.