| This is a pretty tired set of barbs to throw, but if we die out, we'll die out as us, not as some sad imitation of culture that isn't ours. The part that really makes me sad is your bubbling hatred. Who takes joy in a declining culture? Either way, it's a pendulum, things change, but I'm not worried. The kids here aren't too bad, especially in the areas without cell service. Some of them leave, many don't, and many are more interested in their roots than their parents. Sorry to burst your bubble. For context, me and my wife are from here, left upon adulthood because we felt opportunities calling, then realized that life outside our homeland wasn't very nice, so we moved back and got a farm. My sister-in law did the same thing, and several other friends are in the process of doing exactly the same. It's not like existing here is difficult, but if you were raised in it, it's addictive. I'm unconcerned for my future and the future of my children. To quote a song that was written to make fun of people like us: They'll come day and they'll come night They'll have our children in their sights But if they don't have Faith their eyes are blind They can scream and they can shout But they will never smoke us out Keep your rifle by your side |