I’ll continue with part two of the story:
After living in the South for a while, I noticed that some people are poor and some people are rich. That’s just not fair so I got together with a bunch of my fellow transplants and voted for tax increases so the poor would be better off. Then I noticed that the library didn’t have my favorite book “Billy has Two Mommies” and us transplants banded together to force the library to purchase books that promoted a more “progressive” outlook on life. Then I saw some drug addicts and decided to vote for more tax increases so they would have clean needles. After a few years of me and my band of transplants “fine tuning” this town, I looked around and realized what a cesspool we had created. Bummer. Guess I’ll have to move.
That is currently on the agenda in my local from a bunch of transplanted damned yankees. Nearly everyone of them has the same story “Oh it just great living in a small town, but you all need to do this and not do that, the way we did it in xyz where we come from...”
So far they haven’t managed to infest the local government but it hasn’t kept them from trying.