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OMG, that gay cowboy was adorable! I want to add him to my collection.
Serena Freewomyn | September 8, 2008 11:23 AM
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THESE PEOPLE ARE RAGING MORONS!!!!!
I'm less than equal to these creeps? Shoot me now. (Being trans, so that'll probably happen at some point in my life, and the police will probably never catch you for it.)
I grew up in Small Town, America, too: Cedar Lake, Indiana. Where even in one of the only Democratic counties in Indiana, the union workers like my dad and coal miner's daughters like my mom voted for that fine actor, Reagan and straight-ticket Republican on up through this last election cycle.
Small town values? I've got your small town values: rape, incest, domestic violence, child abuse, alcoholism, drug addiction, drug-dealing police, seasoned juvenile criminals, corrupt local government, cronyism, rural decay, low graduation rates, high teen pregnancy rates, violent racism, enthusiastic sexism, reverse-elitism, poor nutrition, bad water, pollution, illegal dumping, groundwater contamination, wilful ignorance, unemployment, untreated mental illness, poor healthcare, poor hygiene, sacred mediocrity, and crushing poverty. I'm sure there's more, but this is what I've witnessed. Oh, and to the lobbyist: you keep the cows in the fields and the tractors in the barn unless you want malnourished cows and rusty, mud-bogged tractors.
Why do the fallacies of the noble savage and the halcyon days of the 1950s actually connect with people? I don't know who is worse, the fools who swallow these lies, or the demons who create them.
Melanie Davis | September 9, 2008 4:22 AM
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That is a small town, Melanie. I live in Indianapolis and I don't know where Cedar Lake, Indiana is!
Bil Browning | September 9, 2008 7:02 AM
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But... people are real in small towns! How could anyone hate people in small towns, especially when they have small town values?
(Or, more specifically, small town votes?)
Alex Blaze | September 9, 2008 8:54 AM
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I grew up in a small town - there were less than 600 kids in my entire high school. (of course this goes back just a couple years :) I knew all the drug dealers, pot heads, and football-team-sluts in school. I drove several friends to a nearby city for their (sometimes 2nd or 3rd) abortions. So yeah, small town values. not so different than the big cities after all.
marc | September 9, 2008 9:29 AM
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