You poor, poor fools.
I used the analogy to quickly explain to the northerners among you that Texas does not mean redneck. (half of Texas does, but not the rest of us)
Next, the Bush family is not originally from Texas (W has been here long enough to adapt). And dear ol’ George is smarter than most of you, so shut the hell up. Multiple masters degrees do not come easy, and his family did not donate to the school.
Thirdly, Texans see the speed limit as a suggestion. If you are in the fast lane, and you do not move over when someone wants to pass you, you are an idiot, and deserve whatever you get. Especially considering that odds are about 50:50 that the guy who wants to pass has a 12 gauge handy.
Alright, next point. John Wayne is not Californian. Believe me. I was born there, I visit my family there regularly, and the majority of Califonians are [Cartman mode] Goddamn dirty tree-huggin’ hippies! [/Cartman mode] And any real American will agree that John Wayne is no hippy.
If you had stopped to think for a moment, you may have realized that I was refering to John Wayne’s personality, i.e. stoic and good natured until someone starts something. Same with Tommy Lee Jones. I don’t know where he’s from, but it might as well be Texas.
Next. If Texas were it’s own country, our economy would be in the top 5 (even competing against the rest of you). We are completely self-suffiecient, and even export much of our resources to the rest of the US. We sold power to Califonia when you pricks couldn’t figure out how to run a state right. We sell oil to the rest of you, though we are moving out of oil and into electronics (Michael Dell lives here, and has for as long as I can remember).
Next. The guy in the white cowboy hat always wins.
Next. If you think the scenery doesn’t change, you’re more ignorant that I thought. One half of Texas looks like Florida, and the other looks like Arizona. The panhandle (north part, Yankee) is a little mountainous. I’ve only been as far north as Lubbock, so I can’t speak for the whole panhandle, but I know we got snow yesterday. It was mostly melted by 5 PM, but we got enough for me to make a snowman, and nail my roomie with a snowball.
And Houston was founded to prove how tough we are.
As for the chip on the shoulder, Texans are pretty good natured, but we will not hesitate to whoop your ass if you start something. But we’ll buy you a beer the next day, so it’s all right. We won’t kick your ass just for liking a different team, but we might if you won’t shut up about it.
Over half of the people here own at least one gun (mostly hunting rifles), but only about a third carry a gun. Gun racks in the truck don’t count. Rifle ranges will have ladies’ night, so firearms are definitely not limited to the men.
And when I say “South,” I mean states like Georgia, Alabama, and Arkansas (hill-billy country). Arizona, Colorado, and that area is almost thought of as Texas’ little brothers.
This should about sum it up. My dad has a bumper-sticker that says “I wasn’t born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could.” We see the world like this: there’s Texas, and then there’s Not Texas. Texans stay here because we like the people. If you have a Texas license plate, your one of us. Unlike New England; my aunt moved there with her husband 15 years ago, and they’re still the “new folks.”