How dare a city hide from the federal government and it’s welfare state, it’s socialist freeloading regulations, and all the civilized attributes that obliterate small towns and the traditional values that make them strong.
You can’t hide forever…
City slickers have a hard time coping with the friendliness of small towns, the wholesome girls, the brotherly guys who still do manly things like shoot guns at empty beer bottles.
Things get really scary when people you never even met before call you by your first name. There’s nothing more frightening than a polite stranger.
There’s something truly horrifying about a rural community where people leave the doors unlocked, everybody in town shows up for a picnic, children learn Christian values in school (and the girls wear long dresses), there are no cell towers, TV’s, fast food joints, or liquor stores; where nice old ladies knit on the front porch, the locals actually take care of a mentally disabled child (instead of locking him away in an institution), there are no gays, transvestites, lesbians, alcoholics, drug addicts, or homeless; where the elderly are actually revered, where everybody speaks the King’s English, and the town doctor knows you by name because he’s the one who brought you into the world.
Conversely, the most common disease in small towns is that “everything is greener on the other side of the hill.” One night in the big, ugly, dangerous, impersonal outside world, though, and you’ll never want to leave Smallville again.
Hot sex in a barn on fresh hay in a puritannical little town where everybody knows everything — priceless.
The most frightening thing is a town that actually has the same population as a hundred years ago. There’s still fresh air, green grass, sunshine, horses, green valleys, tall trees, small forests to explore, lakes.
You’ll notice there were no blacks in the community, hence no pockets of abject poverty and chronic overpopulation.
