The Drawbacks of Living in Hell, Michigan
I've only been in Hell, Michigan, for two weeks and I already H-A-T-E it because of the dense, intense, and piercing noise.
Battle Creek is one-third redeveloped downtown with beautiful, scenic parks; one-third uneducated, without direction, upper-lower to lower-middle class that lives in unkempt, dilapidated homes; and one-third black ghetto interspersed with historic churches and mansions.
The pimpmobiles and pumped-up, redneck motorcycles – the ones with the long handle bars – encircle the area and blare their high-decibel, deafening, booming car stereos.
I've never seen so many stereotypical, Jerry Springer-ish, blacks-behaving-badly and the locals are too scared to criticize them in fear of being called a "racist."
The Willard Library has one of the s-l-o-w-e-s-t Internet speeds I've ever used. It's sheer agony and frustration just to perform one task because it takes so long to render the Website then to log in.