Then, as a point of fact, the only southerner in this thread is yours truly. Under that fact, I am GM for the South. And with my authority I proclaim that we should try to get Sotacon 2018 hosted in California, Canada, London or Germany because us Southerners and Easterners have already had our fill. Edit: Before Texan's get offended by a true southerner. Texan's should look a Texas history. Texas has always had a loyalty to Texas, not the south and not the union. That independence is something to be proud of. Texas is not recognised as being part of the South by the South. Strangely VA is the South and they betrayed the South because... not going political... if you don't know ask somebody else. life is too short. In truth, the era of separation should have died 200 years ago. Good riddance. Lastly, being a Southerner comes with a lifetime of baggage, mostly underserved. What I mean is that every day my carolina white skin is subject to national discrimination and shame for deeds I played no part in and no matter how I live my life there will people that judge me. Even in this very post, some of you are judging me. Hence, I cannot understand why anyone would want to claim they are the South. I do it just because I have to own it. I live in the real south, seen the bad people, talked to the bad people, have blood that had slaves and all that. It is not who I am, but I cannot pretend to be a California hippie. I have to own it. But by owning it, I also own the honor of my state that sacrificed more lives in the civil war, WW1 WW2 Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iraq.... name it, you will never find another state more patriotic that has sacrificed more, 100% fact. That does not erase the bad, but in regards to discrimination, I have never done so and always treated others as equals even when my superiors did not. Yet I still have to stand up when someone ask who is a real Southerner. That is me, and I cannot understand why others would want to assume all that baggage. As far as discrimination goes, please explain to me how the best place in the US to live for african americans is Durham, NC? That is a city my baby was raised in and in fact is not more than 3 miles from home now. Hence it should be totally obvious. I worked in Massachusetts for 1.5 years, want to talk about racists... I met skinheads that I almost shot myself that were less racist than yanks. In pure geography, Texas is Central, and can totally own that, they should and piss off the rest of us. Like I said, life is too short. i really like and honor @Duke Ezekiel Cooper, so I proclaim him GM of central america because he deserves better than the burdens of the south. Anybody ever noticed how impossible it is to talk about racism without someone calling you a racist? Literally even you are African American, you will be considered racist for bringing it up. There is literally no magic words I can say to show just how anti-racist I really am. It sucks and takes a lot gut to even post this message, because many will just not understand with their ignorant holier than now attitude. Let me share a story from my Navy life in 1985. I was a Nuke electrician in boot camp in Chicago, and after bootcamp I attended "A" school in electronics where 4 people were shoved into a tiny room. One roommate was a white iowa farmer's kid, a white oklahoma kid, a black ohio kid and me, a white south florida kid. In the Navy we were treated all the same, but Clyde, from Ohio hated all white people. But listen more because this does not end like you expect. The thing about Chicago is that they (all of Chicago) HATE Navy people there and anyone that would even talk to you were trying to take advantage, One day I came home with a radio that I over-financed by a Chicago crook and on that same day Clyde had more than $100 stolen from him. Prior to this, Clyde would often pick on our farmer roommates and I would defend them as a Florida Cracker, because I thought he was just blaming and hating. Alas, when Clyde's money was stolen the commander said it was OK if the thief never made it to him alive. As you can guess, the coincidence was very bad for me. But I stood my ground and Clyde and I swapped lots of real blood. However, in the end... I graduated and those farmers boys never showed even though I protected them. But Clyde was literally the only person there and the clapping when I graduated. It was that day that I truly realized that if we remain true to who we are, we are eventually seen for who we really are and perhaps more importantly we can finally see others for who they really are. I would travel to the end of the world to drink a brew with Clyde today, and not drive a mile for the other two! Life is too short to be anything but who we really are.