13lademaster, since you registered to share the most arrogant, condescending post I've read in a long time, I had to register to call you a twat at length.
>Ah, but Yahtzee, you were on the coast,
>where we pick up funny foreign habits like courtesy
Courtesy? I'm absolutely agog that this thought could form in your head. I'm from Kansas City, no tiny hamlet but definitely not the sort of place celebrities attend gala dinners at. I've never been to Seattle, but my trips to NY and LA were notably marked by being surrounded by the most insufferable get-the-hell-out-of-my-way pricks conceivable. Even worse, I've visited London, where the clerks are specially trained to make it impossible for you to buy anything.
Mind you, at no point during my travels did I invite rude behavior by scraping cow dung off my cowboy boots while spitting and complaining about those damn A-rabs.
>and who identify a bacon burger as the
>pinnacle of culinary achievement.
Again: agog. Do you actually know anything about the vast center of your country outside of what the Daily Show and Family Guy tell you it's like? Possibly an occasional Thanksgiving dinner with distant relatives that you already hate?
I swear, this is why political discussions are impossible. We vast, unwashed red masses living in the dusty midwest talk amongst ourselves about local issues and ideas, but we're also immensely exposed to the culture and thought of your blue cities through the endless wave of news, opinion, TV, movies, books, music and advertising produced in the blue bergs. Believe me, WE HEAR YOU. We hear your opinions straight from your mouths and still think you're wrong. Whereas the average person living in Manhattan will never be significantly exposed to a red opinion unless Jon Stewart uses it as a punchline.
Oh, and I'd bet a buck that the non-Valve strangers Yahtzee so enjoyed politely rubbing guns with were a lot more conservative that he might have expected. Firing ranges generally aren't put in the heart of downtown and things change real fast when you crawl out of the skyscraper pile and into the suburbs where middle-age moms drive their fat kids to McDonalds after soccer practice. Yes, amazingly we gun-toting yokels don't always call anyone with a foreign accent a queer and tell them to go back to Africa. We're quirky that way.
I know, tl;dr