@ Muawiyah, you may not be aware that my father was from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Most people from East St. Louis — or for that matter, most people from my part of the Missouri Ozarks — would not survive a winter in Northern Michigan.
And as far as people from the Upper Peninsula tolerating outsiders from anywhere except northern Wisconsin or northern Minnesota, well, let's just say people in the Ozarks have been nicer to me than UPers will be to most outsiders. Having a large Army installation here in the Ozarks opens up people's world to outsiders in ways that don't usually happen in rural America.
If you think Southerners like their guns, you should see people from the Upper Peninsula. The same could be said of most of Northern Michigan, not just the UP. My mother was from Traverse City but hunted regularly in the Upper Peninsula with her father while she was growing up. That was in a day when educated women simply did **NOT** do such things, and back in the 1950s she was probably the only girl among her elite sorority sisters at Michigan State University, let alone MSU’s journalism program, who knew how to outshoot most if not all of the fraternity brothers they were dating. My mother loved to tell stories about idiot men who thought they needed to teach her how to shoot, and got taught an important lesson that just because someone wears a skirt and heels doesn't mean they can't handle a rifle, shotgun, or pistol.
Anyway, this is crazy talk. I think we all know we're stuck with some situations that we can't realistically change. Given time, liberalism will fall apart because it is consumptive rather than productive. The only question is how many years it will take for liberalism to collapse and how many people the collapse will take down with it.
As you said, they probably couldn't survive there.
We went there on our honeymoon years ago. First, all the trees are nicely trimmed ~ and there are these cute signs on all the roads that tell folks 'no parking october 1 to may 31' or some such. That's to let the snowploughs go through!
A many time married Great Great grandfather (two dozen, maybe more) married an Indian lady from up there ~