Worse yet, in town, their kids say, "You don't even have a McDonald's here? Doesn't ANYBODY listen to Ludacris? The school library doesn't even have a computer for everybody?"
I can't get over the number of city folk who think that we ought to have a humane society come check out every stray dog or injured hawk. They moved here because of the LOW TAXES, duh.
I grew up on a farm and I've wondered the same thing. I remember seeing a TV show a few years ago where a van load of teenagers hit a raccoon, and then debated whether to spend their money on the concert they were headed to or on a vet for the raccoon. I think they picked the raccoon. I couldn't understand why they didn't just put the poor thing out of its misery and go on, and also why they weren't afraid of it biting them.
Worse yet, they start bitching about the smell of the cows. Keep all liberlas in the big cities. They ruined them, they need to live in their hellholes they created.
No, that's not what's worse yet. What's worse yet is that the suburbanites decide that we have to build a McDonald's, a Domino's, a Jiffy-Lube, a Blockbuster, and maybe a mall, because it's so inconvenient to drive into the 'burbs to get to those things. Then they think we should bring in more development so that taxes are lowered, so local government approves townhouse developments, which then require new schools, more police and fire protection, sewer and water lines, water treatment plants, medical care, and wider roads, all of which cost more money than the townhouse residents pay in taxes, so that everybody's taxes go up to pay for all the new development that was supposed to bring taxes down. By this time there are more suburbanites in the "country" than there are country people, so when the suburbanites start complaining to local government about all the icky noises and smells that come from farms, they have the political muscle to make farmers comply with new restrictions. Pretty soon the farmers sell out to developers who plan mixed-use developments with office and retail space as well as housing, and the cycle continues. . .