I grew up in Washington State, in a rural area, and had friends in rural areas. It looks kinda like this.

How do you know you’ve crossed from Canada to an American State? Because suddenly the place is a godawful wreck. Scrub, clear-cuts, pitted and mud roads, old falling-down barbed-wire fences, unpainted and dirty buildings, rank sickly grass, ditched and filthy rivers and litter EVERYWHERE. And wild animals are just “garden pests,” when hunting them isn’t practice for war.

Gotta make sure all our money goes to that defense budget, because somebody might come try to steal the garbage-heap we’ve made of the place in a short few centuries.