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Reason 1: Somewhere around 40,000 cars running around this town with the same bumper sticker: Army Wife--Toughest Job In The Army. First, I didn't even know Army Wife WAS a job in the army, and second, I can think of a bunch of jobs that are a hell of a lot tougher than being an army wife...like being the poor bastard who has to knock on an army wife's door and tell her that her husband died to make George Bush richer.
Reason 2: Our latest plan for Drawing Tourists To Fayettenam involves building a statue of Martin Luther King Jr. that's at least ten feet taller than the statue of Saddam Hussein the US Army pulled down in 2003. Using tax dollars.
Reason 3: We've got this guy in Fayettenam named Moses Mathis. They call him the Bicycle Man. I really like him. Mr. Mathis is retired from one of the factories in town, and he spends his time collecting old bicycles no one wants, fixing them as good as new, and giving them to children at Christmas. This is no onesy-twosy operation; the last time I was at his shop he was sitting on around 400 bicycles, and all of them will go out the door two days before Christmas. (I built him a massive set of shelves to store computers on, and somehow he found out I can rebuild a bicycle wheel, so now I go up there a couple times a month and work on wheels for him.) Oh yeah: he does computers now too. He scrounged around 300 of those. Anyone want to guess where the Saddam-sized statue of MLK is gonna go? (Actually, it WAS going to go there, but they decided at the last minute to sell the land to a developer who is going to build a housing project...because there just aren't enough of them. It gets better: the MLK Park Committee, the director of which fucking hates Moses Mathis with a passion, didn't tell anyone she was going to sell his warehouse until after the closing.)
Reason 4: Our city's economic development plan is almost completely dependent on destination tourism. Since we decided to try to convince people to spend their entire vacations in Fayettenam, we lost the Monsanto plant, the Black and Decker plant, two other chemical companies, three textile operations, a company that made electric fans, and we're about to lose the Goodyear tire plant--which is the largest tire factory (as measured in the number of tires that come out of it, the amount of land it covers and the number of people it employs) in the entire world.
Reason 5: Once the destination tourists that we wrote off all our major industry to lure get to Fayettenam, there ain't a damn thing for them to do. Let's see...they can go to the mall, they can see mainstream movies, they can go to a couple of very small art galleries, they can see where famous historical buildings used to be before Sherman burned the town to the ground, and they can play golf at courses just like the ones they have at home. With all those things to do, not going to Fayettenam but saying you did is just as good as actually gassing up your car and driving here.
Reason 6: Only in Fayettenam would a paper run by freepers, that fills its editorial page with the worst kind of freeper bullshit (they like to run slightly-left-of-center editorial cartoons in a size you can cover with your hand, and Glenn McCoy's slightly-left-of-Mussolini editorial cartoons about twelve inches wide) and that dedicates at least three issues a week to Jesus news, receive letters from its readers calling them too liberal.
Reason 7: The underground newspaper in this town is even farther to the right than the mainstream one.
Reason 8: The primary way to get into Fayettenam is to exit I-95. We have spent about fifteen brazillion dollars cleaning up Hay Street to make it this big tourist showcase. To get to Hay Street, you've got to go down US 301, where there are exactly two attractive buildings: the Caterpillar dealer and a Grainger industrial supply store. Everything else looks...let's just call it "kinda rough." For instance, the 301 Motor Lodge, which was hot shit when the 301 was the main way to get up and down the Eastern Seaboard, has a collection of fiberglass animals from the 1950s. That's fantastically nostalgic...until you realize they haven't been painted since the 1950s. IOW, you gotta get past all this trash on the 301, then up an equally-shitty-looking Person Street, to get to the showplace Hay Street. Most people turn the fuck around and leave.
Reason 9: Someone fucked up when they decided to turn Hay Street into a showplace. The theory was, if we dress up the street and turn it into all these little curio and art stores, tourists will just rush to Fayettenam to shop in all these charming little stores. And then the fuckers decided to up the Downtown Privilege Tax to the point that none of the curio and art stores can afford to operate on Hay Street. Half the buildings on Hay are boarded up. Half of the surviving businesses are sitting at the top of the hill looking down on Hay, the others are either within a mile of the mall or on Ramsey Street near Methodist College.
Reason 10: Museums. Museums are great. Museums are wonderful. After the city figured out no one is going to spend their entire vacation shopping along a four-block stretch of this shithole, we went apeshit with building museums. We've got this park that has the names of every Cumberland County resident who got killed in a war engraved on a granite obelisk. We've got a museum dedicated to paratroopers. And for the piece de resistance: one of this town's worst problems is rail traffic at street level downtown. Basically, they built downtown in the middle of a switching yard. Trains are switched at all hours of day and night, which really congests traffic. Our solution? Build a Railroad Museum! Who the fuck is going to spend their entire vacation running to this particular wide spot in the road just so they can go to a Railroad Museum? Especially since they got the Cross Creek Scale Railroaders to build the fucking thing--the CCSR operated from an abandoned rail depot; the city convinced the CCSR that turning the rest of the depot into a museum would be a good service project for them--then evicted the massive N-scale train layout the scale railroaders had spent about fifteen years working on from the premises. Fortunately for the scale railroaders, the active Amtrak depot had enough room to hold the layout, so it's there now.
Reason 11: The most famous thing in Fayettenam--we were renowned throughout the world for this--was Rick's Lounge. The most notorious titty bar in the entire state of North Carolina. Rick's had two minor problems: the fundies hated it because too many soldiers were spending money they SHOULD have been tithing at this establishment, and it was on the best place to build the new police station in the entire city. The city used eminent domain to take the land, paid Joey Monsour a few million dollars (which he used to build an all-NEW titty bar in a different part of town!) and tore Rick's down. Then they put up a huge cyclone fence around the land and let it sit fallow for three years. The only reason they built the police station was that Joey Monsour sued for the return of his land, as the agreement he signed said they were going to build a police station there and they had not for several years, so he was gonna put Rick's back up.
Trust me on this: anyone who thinks their hometown sucks should move to Fayettenam for a few years. You'll think your hellhole is fuckin' paradise, you really will.
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