Texas is the only place in the American union that can stand on its own. If the American economy were to collapse tomorrow, Texas, and only Texas would be able to get up the day after tomorrow, and go to work! California wouldn't even be able to get a drink of water! So why do the Nortés fight our secession so hard? They fight it because they NEED us! Without that daily dose of money, beef, and product the American dream would disintegrate. The worst part of the fifth ward in Houston is hands above the best part of Detroit.
It's fashionable to point at Texans, laugh at our accents, and make jokes about pickups, but Baltimore burned, Dallas did NOT! I had an extended conversation with a young lady yesterday, and the one thing that stood out was her insinuation that I was confined within Texas. Now she was patently wrong, but on the other hand, if I were, why would I want to go anywhere else? From the beaches of Galveston to the deserts of El Paso, Texas has it all. and the price is right! I sent my son a picture of a sign displaying gasoline prices at a convenience store, and he thought I photoshopped it! Buy a steak in New York!
The economy of Texas is through the roof. If you really want to work you'll find it in Texas. Now the welfare system sucks. We designed it that way. We don't NEED a Detroit in Texas! And let's jump on the race thing. People who have never been here imagine Texas lawns filled with burning crosses, and black people being dragged behind pickups all over the state. I submit for your approval a simple true story.
I have a friend, "G," who is from LA, a rapper, and black as a cup of coffee. I mean this guy has it all, the backwards hat, grill, the pants, a virtual poster child for the Cali scene. He was working in Texas, and his father died back in California. First off, we all took up a collection, and got him a plane ticket back home. I had to drive him to Austin, about an hour away, and halfway there he told me he'd missed breakfast, and would like to eat. Well, as chance would have it, we were passing through a little town called Florence. Now, I think Florence has about a thousand people, but I could be wrong because I heard that Billy Joe Jim Bob just got a job in Austin and moved. So, me and G stroll into this little country store/cafe and sit down SURROUNDED by cowboys having coffee, and brothers and sisters, these were REAL cowboys! The cows were in trailers out in the parking lot!
G nervously ordered chicken fried steak and eggs, and the little blonde waitress scurried off to cook it. Y'all got that, right? SHE took the order and then cooked it. Anyway, when she came back, and served us the only thing that a race baiter would pick up on was her observance of G's grill? She asked what it was, and He explained to her that it was just a form of jewelry, which he removed to eat. She said, "My grandpaw had some gold teeth, but they was all in the back of his mouth. No argument, no lynching, not one cowboy even stopped drinking his coffee. We told the waitress about G going home to a funeral, and as we left she said, "Hey, sorry about your paw." The cowboys respectfully nodded and touched the brim of their hats as we left. I'm sure sorry if that doesn't fit with some of your images of Texas.
When it all goes down Texas will survive. The industry, the work ethic, the downright common SENSE will bring us through. Without that monetary shot in the arm from Texas America will spiral down at an exponential rate. Hopefully, when they miss a few meals, when the welfare is all gone, when the race baiting simply doesn't work anymore, and they run to us, wringing,their hands, screaming, "What do we do?" we'll just tell them, "Do what WE do, and welcome to Texas, Partner!"
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