Why, oh why would anyone go to Arkansas as they visit the USA?
It is a redneck state in the middle of the bible belt.
That was exactly what I wanted to see: The deep USA, where lives the people who voted for Bush and would do it again.
And I had another good reason to go there, friendship. See, one of my dear starcraft friend happend to live in Arkansas. He's known around here as Physician and that's the way I met him around 5 years ago on battle.net in a, at the time, busy channel of US-east called -op entropy.
So I spent nearly 2 weeks there. Watching movies, playing starcraft with Phys during the night and visiting the countryside during the day.
We went fishing.
and to the forest.
and to blues clubs
We ate crab.
We explored dead town.
And caves.
During one of our trip around Arkansas and Missouri, Physician took me to Branson.
Now what that hell is Branson?
Branson is the Las Vegas of Believers, the Folies Bergeres of Family Values, the Paradise of Light Bulbs.
I a word, the worst town in the universe. (That was way more than a word, but you get the feeling.)
If I may quote Physician here (no pun intended) : In Branson, old tv star come to die.
In this town, old peoples and other people who fell into the "I have shit for taste" cauldron when they were babies come to have fun.
And for them is provided tons of shows and other attractions. All with light bulbs, and singing, and family values, and banjo, and a cow boy, and a white blinding smile from an old and tarnished tv star from the 60's, and of course no black people except for little charlie because he's so cute with his little nose and big lips.
That town suck big time, we had sushi.
So that was my experience of the redneck america in a nut shell.
Where the flag is huge:
and the dogs are small:
I had fun in Suckydickyville there. But I was happy to go back to New York for my last month. I didn't know yet I was going to be unlucky as hell there... But that story is for my last blog post about that trip. Hang on to yar hat.