Californication, yet again

Rico says his friend Tex sends along this:

A Southern California man was put under 72-hour psychiatric observation when it was found he owned one hundred guns and allegedly had, by rough estimate, a hundred thousand rounds of ammunition stored in his home. The house also featured a secret escape tunnel.
My favorite quote, from a dimwit television reporter: "Wow! He has about a quarter million machine gun bullets."
A newspaper headline referred to it as a 'massive' weapons cache.

By Southern California standards, someone owning 100,000 rounds would be called "mentally unstable."
However, imagine if he lived elsewhere:
In Arizona, he'd be called "an avid gun collector".
In Texas, he'd be called "a novice gun collector".
In South Dakota, he'd be called "the guy next door".
In Utah, he'd be called "moderately well prepared", but they'd probably reserve judgment until they made sure that he had a corresponding quantity of stored food.
In Montana, he'd be called "The neighborhood 'Go-To' guy".
In Idaho, he'd be called "a likely gubernatorial candidate".
In Wyoming, he'd be called "an eligible bachelor".
And, in Minnesota, he'd be called "a deer-hunting buddy".
In Oklahoma, he'd be called a "normal, stable, valuable citizen of the great state of Oklahoma".

Rico says he's, alas, a long way from upholding this guy's standards...