While that's true, exceptions are made for Freepers. We just gotta learn you how to talk good.
I had the same experience when I moved to KY. My Boston accent didn’t go over well. Thankfully, I married a wonderful woman from Laurel County who’s “fine as a frog’s hair split three ways”, and has added much to my lexicon...lol.
Now my accent only resurfaces when I watch the Sox or drink some Sam Adams. Or both. Most often both.