What was the weirdest part of the country, politically speaking, you have visited?

The sand hills of Nebraska don't sound too alluring, either.

The sand hills of Nebraska

Paranoia and profit by DHS.





http://warincontext.org/2011/08/30/counter-terrorism-inc-how-the-us-government-funds-americas-booming-security-industry/

Nebraska, you say? Okay then. Makes sense.

I live in western Nebraska, and yes, it's interesting here.

You might be surprised at the number of Islamists living there?

There are some unbelievably extreme, rabid, crazy right wingers there. I definitely agree about the Upper Peninsula - I have a cousin that lives there. Crazy place.

I couldn't believe the amount of weird churchy signs.

Heck the Panhandle itself was a complete disaster. My poor mom can't wait to leave the area and move back down here to So Fla!!

where my dad warned me not to make eye contact with anyone. He'd wanted to take the back roads because he enjoyed seeing how built up it had gotten but there was one town that had been started by a bunch of Evangelical nutcases that he said was kind of dangerous to go through.

There weren't many signs there but there was a lot of overt hostility to strangers driving through.

We saw two kinds of billboatds: adult stores and Jeses saves

adult stores and Jesus saves billboards. Some of them get pretty bizarre.

My sister had the misfortune to live north of the Texarkana area for several years. Crazy right wing local "leaders", low education standards (they thought my sister and BIL were brainiacs because they had been to college), no restaurants other than fast food chains, no credit card readers at gas pumps, a hell and brimstone Babtist church at every crossroads, etc. Kinda scary to drive in that part of the state.

This was the state where Bill Clinton was governor and Jocelyn Elders ran the public health department. But, I could see real changes taking place and the positive role Dr. Elders had on the state. Clinton and Elders were very supportive of girls athletic programs as a way to empower young girls and reduce teenage pregnancy and encourage girls to stay in high school and graduate. My nieces were all involved and 2 ended up getting college scholarships for sports. This was not without a struggle. At some point the PTB decided the boys would practice and play baseball at the nice high school field while the girls could have the weed field down the road; because that's the way it had always been. With surprising pushback from parents and some quick intervention from the state government it was decided that both teams would share the high school field. A small victory, but this was seen as real progress in that neck of the woods. I agree.

Welcome to DU, twizzler.

and I should've added the OK panhandle.

but I think east Texas is worse.

I am reliably informed that its inhabitants (the 'Yoopers') run through the woods naked during Winter (September - May), howling at the moon.

for directions, and it was like a scene out of the Twilight Zone, fortunately my girlfriend had her video camera on and surreptitiously recorded the incident.

I sent it to my friends.

loved it.

spend my summers in the Keweenaw Peninsula or Drummond Island. I've been all over the U.P. and have never seen anything like what you're talking about, where did you see this?

And if you ever make it to downtown Marquette I recommend eating at this restaurant and microbrewery:

http://www.thevierling.com/

They make the best beer I have ever had in my life. About ten different flavors. They have very good food too. My favorite was the Wheat flavored beer. The blueberry was very good too. You can actually see the blueberries floating in it. Good stuff. I am not a big beer drinker but this was the best beer I have ever had from anywhere. Then after you eat and drink at the restaurant you can get a beer to go in a plastic cup and walk about a block and sit on the rocks next to Lake Superior and watch the huge ships loaded full of Taconite pulling out and the empty ones pulling in.

Beautiful town with some really nice visual and historic sights. We watched the sun set from Sugarloaf Mountain one evening. Took a little hiking to get to the top but it sure was worth it.

Side Note. The movie "Anatomy of a Murder" was filmed there at the Marquette County Courthouse. That is worth checking out if you make it there.

Don

Fla was pretty obvious, Stepford women and extreme RW politics, a bank and doctor on every corner. Go into a restaurant and get stared at. One waitress actually asked me why I chose to eat there, like I was up to something.

Salt Lake City took a while, but I don't ever want to go there again, I won't even fly Delta anymore because their hub is there. I would compare it to the borg, they try to assimilate you.

I have lived and traveled all over the US, and as I got older, I realized just how different the states were from each other and politics seems to play a large role in that.

I like SLC. It struck me as very clean and the people quite friendly. Wasn't there long, but that was the impression I got. I probably wouldn't want to live there but I did enjoy it very much.

Been to the Gulf Coast many times over the years (Sarasota, mostly). Aside from the large senior citizen population, it hasn't struck me as all that different from anywhere else.

Yes, you read that correctly. Stopped at a little cafeteria once there on my way to somewhere else and everyone in the place was screaming at each other about "Sodomites" and "Democrats," I kid you not. I wondered why everyone didn't just sit at the same table instead of bellowing their bellicosity back and forth in a wide-open room. I choked down my sandwich, paid, and peeled out of there posthaste.

In this instance, "booger" does not mean snot ball. It means a trouble-causing ghost imp.

Just a note for DU readers.

I'd love that hanging on my wall.

Home of the megachurch.

It was Stepford land, no joke. Every house the same, every reverse-mulleted soccer mom the same, every SUV in every driveway the same, 2.5 kids and the same dog in every house, Republican voter registrations in every wallet, Support The Troops magnets on the back of every car. 50 miles of smug, bland, conformist megachurch suburban sprawl. Puke.

My soul was on the verge of death by the time I finally managed to extricate myself from the sucking white bread morass that was Colorado Springs. I flipped off the "Leaving Colorado" sign as it receded in my rear view mirror, my car headed east. And I never looked back.

You could not pay me enough money to live in Colorado Springs again.

was just something about the environment. I found it a depressing place.

I turned on the TV and there was channel after channel of for profit religion. It was worse than TV in the south. Is the population that big to support that many religious phoneys is it? The road system for the city is terrible too.

I lived there when I was a kid before all of that, and it was a great place to grow up.

white religious programming and black religious programming EVERY SINGLE CHANNEL!! Georgia I think

Including that piece of Arizona that is cut off by road from the rest of the state. Oh, if you stay close to I-15, it can look normal, just like a Mormon church (not a temple, just a regular stake house) can look like any other Christian church. But the further you stray from I-15, the more you get into the heart of polygamyland.

These folks KNOW they are weird, so they can't put up signs and other threatening stuff. If you come off as just a "Gentile" passing through, they are friendly enough, they save the ultra-weird for people who show an actual interest in their way of life and a possible willingness to join.

It's only after you've left that you are able to reflect back and wonder at how wide a cult has spread over a sparsely populated area.

They have been buying votes since I was knee-high to a cricket. It's not under the table -it's out in the open. Although that may have changed since our Mayor went to prison on the testimony of his son, who got a shorter sentence.

I can recall the bootleggers getting a call from the county sheriff or one of his deputies that the state police were going to raid his place in a few hours. That would give them time to move all the beer and liquor out, except for a couple of cases, so everyone would be happy with the results, and then bring it back after the raid was over. Of course, the bootlegger would put a couple of hundred dollars in the back pocket of the sheriff and everyone was happy.

I can recall one brother stabbing his other brother over a political dispute at the polling place when I was younger. They took their politics seriously. I haven't lived there in a while but I suppose they still do?

And there was the story about the old farmer that would haul his manure right thru the middle of town and dump it in the fields going up to Clear Creek. And one day he was coming back with an empty wagon, just as there was a political "discussion" going on in the square at the County Court House. There was a fairly good crowd gathered around and somebody wanted Homer, a candidate for Sheriff, to say a few words. So they invited him to jump up in the back of that empty "honey wagon" and so he did. He looked out over the crowd and studied for a moment. Then he said, "I've been a Democrat all my life and this is the first time I have ever given a speech on a Republican platform.."

about evenly divided between neo-hippies, with a strong LGBT contingent -- and heavy-duty right-wing fundies who put up billboards at the edge of town reading "Get US Out! of the UN" and even put on an old-school passion play, just like the one in Germany, for the tourists.

and I have family in the area he's talking about.

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/tip/495

TlalocW

I never saw so many average people involved with politics on a regular basis. Town hall meetings are not TV time events, but real basic level democracy at play (with its good and bad implications).

They don't seem to like my kind up there much; seems to be some serious collective regional prejudice against certain races and orientations up there.

I suspect that, back in the day, Bob Seger may have written part of "Turn The Page" up there, and wrote the other part "east of Omaha".

Well you walk into a restaurant all strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you as you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode

Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old cliche's, is it woman or a man?
You always seem outnumbered, so you don't dare make a stand...

Parts of southern Idaho and most of Utah seem pretty scary to me too, although Moab is fun.

http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,2105597,00.html

California is full of odd places.

My city is mostly Mexican, very cosmopolitan, and that's my normal.

Affluent Republican essentially "whites only" suburban California communities make me feel uncomfortable and fund a lot of the crazy in state and national politics. I couldn't live in a place where people like Orly Taitz or Darrell Issa are taken seriously; places where people drive their expensive cars to big box churches on Sunday to hear the prosperity gospel.

I've got progressive family and friends who live in such places, but no thanks, I don't have to.

I'm not uncomfortable in rural California. Dogs, beat up old pickup trucks, raising cattle, hunting, fishing... that America is closer to my reality than people who think they deserve giant homes, expensive cars, illegally employed house servants, low taxes, and a fat paycheck simply because they are white, speak English, and God loves them.

I felt like I was in a third world country.

I got a faith healing in a washrrom in Georgia, in the Cracker Barrel. It was interesting. I also didn't get one damn thing I ordered in Georgia; I hate grits, for starters. Mind, as I get annoyed, the more British I sound, so that may have been one of those "divided by a common language things." One waitress, when I explained that the plate in front of me wasn't what I ordered, looked at me as though I had two heads and drawled, "Well, it's what you got!" And the politics are off the scale weird.

Phoenix is another one of those places. Ultra-religious and reich wing politics and lots of gated communities. NOT my kind of place. Coffee is lousy, people are strange, and the place is too damn hot.

Texas. Dallas, Texas. That is the one of the most paranoid places I've ever been in....when my host started explaining to me where they kept the guns, that was the end.

And they're all vieing for the racist bit. Strange as hell.

East Texas near the LA border.

Hateful anti-Obama rhetoric everywhere I went. Big signs along the highways admonishing Obama and Dems! It literally took my breath away. This was right around the election.

My husband and I stopped at a gas station to fill up and they asked for my drivers license BEFORE I filled up and paid cash. The reason? People kept on driving off with the guzzle in their cars. The country clerk saw that my address was in Austin and she laughed and said " be careful 'round here, we watch you Austin types" .

Very scary, just the people and the vibe. We were in Center, TX. for a wedding. I could not wait to get out of there!

stay out signs, and of course pro independence....

Exhibit A:

George W. Bush "Our Leader" billboard paid for by Clear Channel

http://politicalhumor.about.com/library/images/blbushourleader.htm

Shades of North Korea, indeed.

Absolute wealth and absolute power. The .1 of the 1%.

earned it by tremendously hard work, I don't mine that, and they respected people. The wealth that gets to me are those that are obnoxious and would sell another individual to make a buck. I really loath that type of wealth.

Quite a shock compared to San Diego, seeing Wallace/LeMay bumper stickers everywhere. Many of the people in that town regarded themselves as Southerners at the time, even though they were technically two states away from the South.

outsiders, they even hide the signs. I'm a Californian too and after searching finally found the place. It was like in one of those old westerns where the stranger enters the saloon and the music stops and everyone stares. I've never been to a place where I picked up such "get out of here vibes" ... I got out fast as I could.

I lived there for about five years back in the '70s, but I loved what you hate about Bolinas. It was like Brigadoon or something. That is, if Brigadoon was inhabited by a bunch of hippies.

and vote for Steve King for Congress.