I was born there in the mountains (AKA 'Almost Maryland') half a century ago. My mother was born there in 1940 and hasn't lived more than a mile and a half from the home
she was born in (which is now the site of a local library, and a block up from our family church). There are generations of families who have seen the state slowly encroached upon by every manner of parasitic, migrant human filth, and have found themselves, despite all of their Constitutional rights, helplessly becoming serfs to the interlopers who serve and comprise the Royal Court of Annapolis. So, I take extreme exception to 'squeezing' every last dime from the indigenous population. People like my mother are a part of our cultural state history, as were her parents, and so on; she and my late father built a home on a mountain ridge and raised a family there. She isn't going to surrender her guns - at her age - to a gaggle of hardline, slavering, multi-culti fleabags. The politics of the state are a soap opera. Our couple of our reps up there identify themselves as Democrats to keep their legislative tenure, but generally vote to the right of Reagan to keep their jobs. It's a bizarre tightrope they walk. The secessionist talk of the Maryland Panhandle AND the bolt of WV's Eastern Panhandle from Charleston makes for lively conversation up there.
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"As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their hearts desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."
--H.L. Mencken, The Baltimore Evening Sun, July 26, 1920
my grandparents lived in Annapolis....I mean right smack in the middle of Annapolis in an appartment that was one block from the State House.....as kids we roamed the entire area, free of fear....lovely town, lovely docks, and the Naval Academy.....we used to go to the Bay Bridge to swim but sometimes went to some sort of "private" beach area that cost my parents $6 dollars which was a lot back then...
fresh corn...lovely Greek food....St. Mary's carnivals.....I have good memories of Maryland...