Sometimes I love Texas. We have some cool stuff. We have Six Flags Over Texas. We have Willie Nelson. We have good BBQ. We have ZZ Top. We have great skateboarding and great skateboarding history. No joke – when the skateparks died in the last 1970s, Texas was a massive part of keeping the dream alive. From Jeff Newton and Zorlac in Dallas to all those rad dirtbag rippers in Houston, Texas was super important.
However, we don’t always make the best collective decisions. Case-in-point, please refer to the kickass gun slinging, executin’, fetus-protecting career of one Rick Perry. For a state that supposedly has a “weak governor”, Perry has proven amazingly adept at using his position (and the Republican majority in our House and Senate) to bludgeon the state to his heart’s content, in particular women, the poor, and the sick.
But this article isn’t about trash-talking our kickass governor. What was I talking about…? Oh yeah, about the good and bad thing…
So yeah, rest of the country, cut us some slack. We gave you Willie Nelson. We gave you the Reverend Horton Heat. We gave you a state so big it takes a day to drive across it. We gave you Waco, Ranch Apocalypse, David Koresh and the Branch Davidians. We gave you the Grassy Knoll and the Texas Schoolbook Depository Building. We gave you the Big Boys. We gave you Tom Landry. We gave you King of the Hill. We gave you Bill Hicks.