Actually, I support this misinformation campaign. It keeps the damn yankees from moving here.
Amen!
Exactly. Whenever I go up north and see the conditions they live in -- I just think what the hell is wrong with these people. The quality/$ of living down here is the best in the world.
Maybe so - but it's the damn yankees who keep buying up the farm land, putting up the "trailers" and renting them out to trash that keep the stereotype going.
I moved south to get away from that and now am facing the prospect of it happening with the farm across the road from me. Fortunately the locals know I'm just as opposed as they are, and don't consider me a damn yankee, even though I originatd from NYC.
I recall the first time I visited Southern Illinois being surprised that the folks were pretty much like the ones I grew up around.
Then for my senior trip we went to the New York Worlds Fair. I then decided that most people up North really were scum. I have since realized that there are plenty of decent people in the North but they mostly live in rural areas.
To be fair there really are a lot of trashy people in the South and they just about all vote Democrat.
All in all tho, the best people I have ever been around have been Southerners. I even gained respect for some of the poorer classes when my car caught on fire in Douglass, Georgia. A bunch of poor working class people stopped and helped me. One couple driving a ragged mustang even followed me for nearly 50 miles to make sure I made it to my destination.
I recall the first time I visited Southern Illinois being surprised that the folks were pretty much like the ones I grew up around.
Then for my senior trip we went to the New York Worlds Fair. I then decided that most people up North really were scum. I have since realized that there are plenty of decent people in the North but they mostly live in rural areas.
To be fair there really are a lot of trashy people in the South and they just about all vote Democrat.
All in all tho, the best people I have ever been around have been Southerners. I even gained respect for some of the poorer classes when my car caught on fire in Douglass, Georgia. A bunch of poor working class people stopped and helped me. One couple driving a ragged mustang even followed me for nearly 50 miles to make sure I made it to my destination.