@shagbark_hick@TCAZ1776 Family stuff, NH was the only state i was willing to tolerate. Like i said there is some stuff i like but its been challenging. I think about going back out west all the time.
@shagbark_hick@TCAZ1776 There are things i like about new England, NH specifically. Nature, landscapes, some of the laws, lack of income tax. Ive been living here for just over a year after 20 years out west. I get the same feeling.
The AIDS crisis is one of the most effective spin jobs in history. Gays successfully depicted themselves as hapless victims of an alien disease that fell out of the sky and randomly started slaughtering them while they were minding their own business, when in reality gays were actually killing each other with a disease that could have been curbed if they had been willing to refrain from devoting themselves to physically destructive sexual acts. But they weren't willing. They loved their lust more than the lives of their friends and neighbors.
So when you see children's programs celebrate Pride Month, let this be a reminder of how effective the spin job was. So many in our world are still pretending that "homophobia" is the most murderous threat gay men face when homosexual acts was the actual culprit the entire time. As always, sinful man would rather watch his neighbors die than mortify his own flesh.
It's absolutely a fact that New England feels distinctly odd to someone from Upstate New York.
It's almost indescribable; perhaps akin to the odd sensation a Welshman might feel on a trip to Cornwall.
The people look pastier, the bars are stuffier, speed limits are lower, and the scenes around the countryside look more like a painting I could never afford to live in than like a gritty apocalyptic movie set.
It always seems sunnier there, and richer too. Certainly more liberals as well -- lots of Rainbow Flags and IPA's. But even the grungy, conservative side of New England feels unfamiliar somehow. Clannish, unapproachable, stiff. Their people mumble quietly while ours intermittently grunt and hoot. Their poor people are scrawny and Anglo while ours are fat Italo-Franco-Micks and red-faced German drunks.
And in NYS, the corruption colors everything somehow; you can somehow "feel" it oozing off of everything. Our evil overlords are not trim-and-tidy Cambridge-adjacent technocrats, as with New England's -- but cartoonish mobsters and wine-drunk swinger soccer mom types. Their upper class wears crisp white polos and loafers -- ours wear ill-fitting JC Penny suits and sport bald heads and sauce-dribbled double-chins.
I truly feel like I'm in a foreign country when I'm there; it's a lot like going to Canada. If I blur my eyes it looks the same, but when I examine almost anything closely, it's distinctly foreign. This is not a feeling I get in, say, Michigan or Wisconsin.