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Originally Posted by
mickeycrimm
Klamath Falls is not an urban area. The urban areas in this country let antifa and BLM rape, pillage and plunder. Candy ass motherfuckers in the big city. People in the small towns of this country, 20K population or whatever, are locked and loaded waiting for antifa to show up.
IIRC, it was Salem, Oregon where antifa showed up to fuck with a bar they called racist or some shit. Turned out it was a biker bar. The bikers came running out and antifa hauled ass like little bitches.
It's shit like Klamath and the biker bar that antifa is wising up to. They are learning small town people won't take their shit. So they need to go attack Pittsburgh which is filled with retarded liberals that have turned their town into a sewer.
Wise up.
BTW, Aldean's song just hit number 1 on iTunes. Fucking idiot social justice warriors turned a so so song into a smash hit. CMT is just brain fucking dead.
For God's sake, Mick, it's not a small town. I can say that Kansas City is not, "An urban area," compared to NYC; that still wouldn't make Klamath Falls a small town. It's a city by almost any definition. It's only 4k short in population of the place we considered, "The big city," of our area.
When I think of small towns, I think of where I grew up. Of course there would be no riots there, because most people wouldn't ever notice that the place exists, and even if they did, wouldn't give a shit.
Mine was in the middle of a row of three small towns; if you put the three together, you'd still have one small town. Had the, 'Welcome to,' signs been removed, you'd honestly have no way of knowing where one ends and the other begins unless you lived in one of the three.
Let's briefly discuss the one I lived in when I grew up, even though my outdoor time was probably split roughly equally amongst the three:
We had a street called, "Main Street." Do you know what Main Street consisted of? There was an auto repair building (that used to also be a gas station decades before I was born) that was sometimes open and sometimes closed for months at a stretch. That was the entire business presence on Main Street. The rest of Main Street was residential.
On the avenue I lived on, there was a bank and a post office. At one point, it was the only bank between all three of the towns, but now one of the others has one, or did, as of last time I was there.
Go to the end of the avenue and there's a little side street that links Main Street to a different avenue. There was a pizza shop there, occasionally, but there was nothing where the pizza shop would be, more often than not. Really, Domino's came to one of the other two towns and killed that one permanently. Strangely enough, there was already a pizza place in the town where the Domino's appeared and that one survived. The pizza was probably better. The little side street also had a barber shop that was sometimes open, but usually not.
This wrapped around into the only other avenue with any businesses. There was an industrial place that was usually closed, a middle school and two other industrial-type places that were always closed. There were also two gas stations there when I was growing up, but only one of them was ever open. It was full-service, so that was cool. There was also something a little bit too big to be a convenience store, but too small to really be a grocery store.
That's the town. Other than that, there was a park and pool (which is actually shared between two of the towns, geographically-speaking), baseball fields, a golf course/bar/restaurant (which is shared between my town and the opposite of the town that shares the park) and that's it.
"Try that in a small town," please. With any coordination whatsoever, three people could have everyone in all businesses combined dead in three minutes. The good news is nobody would ever have enough interest in our shitty little place to do so.
A riot? What would they loot? Overpriced cereal from our pretend grocery store and produce that was already half-rotted as it sat on the shelf?
It was a great place to grow up, though. I mean that sincerely. I had an absolute blast. I'd wash cars, shovel snow, rake leaves and mow lawns to get money in my pocket and then go to the bar in a neighboring town to shoot pool and drink pineapple juice until it was time to go home that night. I guess a lot of the parents have drug problems now, which is a shame, though I don't think the big cities are to blame for that. Mostly painkiller prescriptions that were overly aggressive and got out of control, some meth and heroin. It's definitely not the place that it used to be and I certainly wouldn't let little kids just freely run around anywhere these days.
Still, "Try that in a small town?" We had one cop during daylight hours, for fuck sake. The fuck is he going to do against a riot? His job was just to catch enough people in the speed trap on Main to pay for he and the mayor's salaries.
It's like Sloppy Joe said: We'd never have had a riot because it would first require that someone give a shit that the town exists.