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Some poster on this thread used the phrase "clueless southerners." Clueless, huh? Here's a hypothetical for you. A rising young executive gets a big promotion and salary increase from his company, which is located in a Southern city. That same day he gets a job offer from a company in New York, offering him huge bucks, much more than he would make, even with the promotion. Sounds good, right?

If he takes the job in New York he will have to divest himself of most of his gun collection, since most of his guns have "ugly" features such as folding stocks, pistol grips, and bayonet lugs. And high-cap magazines? Fuggedaboudit!

If he wants a carry permit he will have to wade through a ton of bureaucratic paperwork, and before it's all over he will have to bribe at least three officials.

He will have to live in a multi-story building with no yard or front porch.

He will never meet his neighbors.

He will have to wear 25 pounds of clothes 11 months out of the year and wade through a ton of slush just to reach a cab.

The food in the restaurants will be something he wouldn't slop hogs with back home.

If he greets someone on the street he will run the risk of being knifed.

He will be subjected to an endless barrage of liberal propaganda.

It would take me all of five seconds to decide to stay in the South.

I used the term "clueless southerners"...as a RETORT to a previuous poster who slammed Yankees.

Just doin' my best to have a "fair and balanced" thread....
heheheheh

You southerners SSSUUURRREEEEE are thin skinned!

heheheh you can dish it out....but ya can't take it.

Your hypothetical stinks.

Regarding property and firearms: I'm a Yankee who lives in a small town of 5200. I got a state forest for my back yard. I can drive 1 1/2 miles to my outdoor shooting range (free). I can join one of several rod / reel / rifle clubs.

If I was a lawbreaker I could poach all the deer / turkey I could stuff in my fridge right from the deck off the back of my house.

I can walk 1/4 miles into the woods behind my property and catch all the Brookies I can stuff into a bucket.

My neighbors: Awesome... we have block parties.... back yard bon-fires that the whole volunteer fire department goes too. :)

No one in my neighborhood even bothers to lock our doors to our houses or cars....

Our resident State Trooper and our two local cops handle everything with skill and professionalism.

I COULD hop on a train and commute to NYC if that were my choice.

Weather: I dress appropriately. I don't know what backwoods rat hole you come from but we do have 5-1/2 months of warm / hot weather here. We actually have a springtime...and a fall season.....and only have to suffer through about 4 to 5 weeks of the TYPICAL southern stifling humidity that you have to deal with for 4 to 5 months.

Food: I can drive 20 minutes into New Haven and eat at some of the best restaurants in the North East. The farther from NYC one travels... the worst the pizza is. Pan pizza?
HAHAHAH give me a break! You've never had pizza until you've eaten thin crust NY style pizza.....so don't even GO there....You want "ethnic" foods... New Haven has it all.

Bud, face it... you ARE a clueless Southerner.

You're view of "Yankees" is so myopic it's not even based on reality...... just hear-say.

"It would take me all of five seconds to decide to stay in the South."

Do me a big favor.... stay put....right where you are.

He will have to live in a multi-story building with no yard or front porch.

You obviously have never been to NYC. You can buy a house with a yard in several of the Burroughs. Plus, there's always Jersey and the NY and Conn. suburbs if staring at grass and playing a banjo on your porch are your idea of amusement.

He will never meet his neighbors.

I knew all my neighbors in my apartment building in NY.

He will have to wear 25 pounds of clothes 11 months out of the year and wade through a ton of slush just to reach a cab.

As opposed to living in Houston or Atlanta, where he will have to stay inside 11 months out of the year to avoid heatstroke and plagues of mosquitos.

The food in the restaurants will be something he wouldn't slop hogs with back home.

Right. Because there are absolutely no good restaurants in NYC. All of the world-renowned chefs hang out there because they can't afford a bus-ticket to Raleigh.

Though, I guess if your idea of fine dining is deep-fried roadkill and a six-pack of beer, then NYC doesn't have good food.

If he greets someone on the street he will run the risk of being knifed.

Compare crime statistics in NYC with Atlanta, Houston, Birmingham and New Orleans and get back to us.

He will be subjected to an endless barrage of liberal propaganda.

Right. In NYC, Hillary Clinton runs around Times Square espousing her political beliefs. A liberal president would never come from a place like Georgia or Arkansas, after all.

It would take me all of five seconds to decide to stay in the South.

That's okay, you don't sound like you could make it in the big city, anyway.

I decided after a year and a half in Northern Virginia that I would never live north of the Mason-Dixon line. Ever. I might live in Korea, or Nepal, or in some other frozen wasteland, but I'll kick my own self in the nuts sooner than set roots in some godforsaken damnYankee territory again. At least I don't have to listen to the Koreans or Nepalese bitching about how they miss their delis or hoagies or pizzas or some other damn thing they do better up north.

And every time I see someone here posting about how Southerners can't drive in snow, I laugh, because that's 100% horse manure.

See, if you live in the South and you're from anywhere but Florida, you'll see and drive in snow. And the worst kind of snow, slush and patch ice. And they don't salt the roads all over the place in the south, so you're gonna deal with it until the sun's melted it all.

And if you're from Florida--as I am--you've hydroplaned every summer all your life, and hydroplaning is just like driving in snow. If you think otherwise, try driving fast in the rain. Not only can native Floridians do that easily, at the same time, they can avoid old damnYankees who are driving slow in the fast lane with their hazard lights on and bitching to their wives about how "it nevah rained like dis in Noo Yawk!"

When I lived in Northern Virginia, the 'blizzard of the century' hit. I could tell who was from parts north by looking at the driving, not the license plate. More wheel-spinning and backside sliding than Barney Frank. I went by laughing, knowing that the chances of a damnYankee stopping for me were almost as small as the chances they'd go back north again after their "Southern" sojourn. More damnYankee bureaucrats in DC and Northern Virginia than there are rats in the sewers. But to say that might be a tad redundant.