[  Currently: Listening to Alice in Chains ]
Jericho depicts life in Kansas…kinda.

An idealized Kansas. Where people are decent or at least understanble to one other. The real Kansas, even small town Kansas not so much.

What Jericho doesn’t get is people here (in the ‘fly over states’ yeah we hate you frakkers to) are much like people everywhere. Same hates, dreams and desires.

It is obviously a story about Kansas told by non-Kansans. Ambitions, tales, desires aren’t sl different from everywhere else. If there is a Kansas ‘tude, we are more quiet about them. We go about the business of our lives and none the wiser.

Jericho doesn’t quite get it. It gets it in so far as people outside of Kansas, the midwest think about us. Small and noble and all folksy.

That would be nice. But bigger city and small town Kansas have all the same hates, fears, troubles and tribulations as the rest of the country. Kansas is stereotyped as nothing-ville, empty of emotion aside from mom and pop and apple pie. That ain’t so.

Don’t fly over us, we have children in the corn, we can stop feeding you.We have strange and unholy powers given to us from the plains.

We breathe dust and drink from rivers saturated from cattle raising. Do not mess with us, you will starve.