Wally Dog
Well-known member
from the Idaho Statesman 10-21-04
where do these people come from?
Why I hate Idaho
I hate Idaho. From the hobo spiders to rattlesnakes, to the people who dress up in camouflage to pose with their precious newborns, from people who celebrate new life by going out to kill something in the woods, to a newspaper that isn't a newspaper but rather a hunting and fishing guide, Idaho is a miserable place to live.
I don't like rodeos because of the punishing abuse the animals are forced to go through for the sake of entertainment. So as an alternative, Idaho offers a fiddle-fest with bikers and camp trailers for artistic enjoyment, in the dust and the dirt and the snake-infested foothills.
Shakespeare is delivered in the boiling hot, bug-infested outdoors.
The Idaho Statesman can't possibly carry The New York Times Crossword Puzzle; that's up to the corporate owners. But The Idaho Statesman can certainly pander to the gung-ho, kill-for-pleasure crowd that couldn't be bothered to read a real newspaper. Well, spit tobacco and split my gun rack.
I came to Idaho with the assumption that everyone else outside your borders has, that this is a red-neck, gun-totin', rodeo-ridin', white supremacist place. And guess what? It isn't an assumption anymore. It's a belief.
I hate this place.
Jean Lynn, Nampa
where do these people come from?
Why I hate Idaho
I hate Idaho. From the hobo spiders to rattlesnakes, to the people who dress up in camouflage to pose with their precious newborns, from people who celebrate new life by going out to kill something in the woods, to a newspaper that isn't a newspaper but rather a hunting and fishing guide, Idaho is a miserable place to live.
I don't like rodeos because of the punishing abuse the animals are forced to go through for the sake of entertainment. So as an alternative, Idaho offers a fiddle-fest with bikers and camp trailers for artistic enjoyment, in the dust and the dirt and the snake-infested foothills.
Shakespeare is delivered in the boiling hot, bug-infested outdoors.
The Idaho Statesman can't possibly carry The New York Times Crossword Puzzle; that's up to the corporate owners. But The Idaho Statesman can certainly pander to the gung-ho, kill-for-pleasure crowd that couldn't be bothered to read a real newspaper. Well, spit tobacco and split my gun rack.
I came to Idaho with the assumption that everyone else outside your borders has, that this is a red-neck, gun-totin', rodeo-ridin', white supremacist place. And guess what? It isn't an assumption anymore. It's a belief.
I hate this place.
Jean Lynn, Nampa