Vermonter

Blue collar degenerate trash, with more pride for their state, than to welcome outsiders... hence drying out their own economy. One who will offer you their unsolicited opinion, and unwanted advice. Liberal to a fault, offering leniant penalties or "rehab" to sex offenders, while providing welfare to unemployed drug pushers. Someone who dumps their trash on the roadside. One who overfishes, overhunts, and undercompensates for what they take. Mostly over the age of 65, driving younger generations out of state with their stubborn ways. Some hardworking. Some very friendly. Others, cold and unsociable. A welfare charity case. An inbred. A woodchuck. Their pride in Phish is as tired as the band's music. Unable to cope with the fact that their state is nothing more than America's retirement home; where people come to regail at the colorful leaves and enjoy Ben & Jerry's icecream once a year. They grow good pot. They brew great beer. Willing to settle for less. A walking, talking, fucking oxymoron of a disaster of a human being.