What drives people to the cities, while others are thoroughly disgusted by that type of life?
While having a chat with a vendor the other day, we came up with what we feel is the reasons.

It comes down to responsibilities.

Some people believe things should be done for them, and when something goes wrong, it is someone else’s fault.
These folks, lets call them, liberals, move to the city. There, since they generally don’t own a car, they like being told if you show up at this place called a bus stop at a certain time, someone else will take you to where you want to go. If the bus is late, it is someone’s fault that you can blame. Once you get to your destination, a place called work, you’re loaded into a people farm of cubicles, where again you’re always told what to do. How to do it. When to do it by. When you can take a break. etc. Once home in your apartment, along with the thousand other people you live with in the same building, you go to a tenants meeting where everyone is told what day to take out their trash. And how loud to play their stereos. And that they can’t have pets. And then the sniping starts where the tenant in 34a complains about the upstairs neighbor for some perceived slight.
And these people must have more welfare. And can’t someone else clean the streets. And can’t someone else fix the building. And the city need more cops to make us all feel better without having to do anything personally.

I think you get the hint.

While out in the red counties, things are pretty different. Sure, some state services are essential, such as highways. But people are more responsible for themselves. If they’re not at work on time, guess whose fault it is. Not the bus drivers who are on strike. And work is also different. More people are their own bosses. And while cubicle farms still exist, the atmosphere is truly different.
A non-city dweller hears a sound outside the house. They’ll pick up their gun and go out and investigate, and take care of the issue themselves. Car breaks down? No whining to be heard, cell phones only come out after the hood has been opened and things poked and prodded. The call doesn’t go to 911, it goes to their buddy nearby who can come out with his pickup and give a tow to the mechanic. Town meeting? The mayor is called by his first name.

So, who would you rather be? I suppose there isn’t truly a “right” answer.

A bit of an update… Right Thinking posts on a new study showing the difference between wolves and sheeple…

About 50 people, mostly students at the university, were divided into wolves” and sheep” based on their performance on a standardized test. They also were tested for the presence of stress hormones before and after the test.

Not surprisingly, the wolves hated losing. But not the sheep.

As our results show, one man’s poison is another man’s cake,” said psychology professor Oliver Schultheiss, who conducted the same study earlier in Germany and found the same results. The power-hungry wolves among our participants were hit hardest by defeat, whereas the sheep couldn’t care less about being beaten.

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