Wow, you guys chill! Yeah, I'm a Kentucky native and we happily take barbs and jabs at our fellow Kentuckians. My first boyfriend was a Texan. I had an attitude toward Texans for awhile (not necessarily because of him), but I've had occasion to make the acquaintance of enough Texans to be eased off that outlook because they were plenty polite - mostly! On my job I have to make calls all over the nation. I got a Texas deputy sheriff on the phone and since I'm retired law enforcement I commented on the number of executions down there. I said to him, "Y'all are executing your condemned on a conveyor belt down there, aren't ya!?" And he said, "Well, we have to be convinced beyond all doubt that this person will kill again. We have to be convinced beyond all shadow of a doubt this person will live to kill again! And if you kill a child or a police officer you're GONE!" And he too turned out to be a pleasant Texan. I've only been through Brownsville in 1980 on my way to Los Angeles. For the time I was there you do get this defiant mood and feeling of being cut off from the rest of the country like, "This is US! We're the Lone Star state and we're our own land and Country!"