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Louisville, sweet Louisville- how I scorn thee!

The worst part of these surroundings, aside from local politics, inane sports obsessions and religious ideologies is most certainly at the personal level. The drama circles.
In spite of being the inbred capital of the world, Kentucky is actually a truly beautiful state. Unfortunately, the citizens of Louisville for the most part never traverse beyond the county limits to see for themselves. For an outsider to spend time here, they are eventually amassed with the impression of living on a sort of island, cut off from the real world. Since the merger of city and county governments a few years ago, Louisville is purportedly in the ranking of thirty largest cities in the US of A, though there is a rather large dropoff point ahead of us. Most tourists spend days here during Derby week, at which time the city gives itself a temporary facelift so as to better steal as many tourist dollars as legally allowable. Wash off all of the cheap whore makeup and you find an ashamedly different city the rest of the year.
As far as Louisvillians are concerned, their city is the center of the universe. Any attempt at pointing out otherwise is shot down and stomped down out back of the pub. In truth- there is no art scene here. The local music fare is substandard, at best. There really is nothing original or unique about the atmosphere here, other than the insistence at absorbing and trapping outsiders so as to claim their accomplishments as its own. They do purport a pseudo-worldliness. It is common to meet someone who once spent something like half a year away from the city many many years ago, and for them to say with pride that they are from said far off place.
Rubbish.
The trendy neighborhood is filled with girls sporting bad Bettie Page haircuts and boys wearing girl pants. Everyone exchanging bedmates and STD's right along with their sad dreams and ambitions. They listen to their affiliate NPR and take great pride in calling themselves music snobs. They dress absurdly, thinking it signifies individuality.
I have never lived anywhere in this country where I was surrounded so constantly by so many inferiority complexes. To exhibit creativity, to exhibit intelligence or imagination, is to receive the modern equivalent of the scarlet letter, or the M on the sholder.

Apparently I have a large number of "enemies" here. Have I been banned from certain bars for fighting? Yes. To my credit I have never started a fight in my life.
Have I old friends and lovers who will not think twice about backstabbing if it warrants acceptibility by the coffeeshop crowd for an evening? Yes. Women despise when I cut them off. Did I slash tires and kick in doors before, trying in my own way to combat the local drug problems? Yes. And it led to my apartment being broken into in the late summer of 2007.

I have always lived my life by my own standards, so to exist somewhere where everyone is so quick to judge anything different, so quick to defame anything deemed threatening to their King Rat status quo...makes me laugh.
So, nowadays I keep to myself. I would rather leave the robotmonkeyzombies of Louisville to their own simplified worldviews.

They have so little, poor bastards.