What is the Most Screwed Up Thing About Your State? Check This Chart
For all the U-S-A, U-S-A rah rah that goes around, the United States can be a shameful place.
The below map lays out some of the statistically worst things about each state. It covers everything from health to crime to travel to drug use. Some states don't have it so bad (Ohio, the "nerdiest"
but others really kind of suck (Mississippi has the highest rate of obesity at 35.3% of total population ... and ranks poorly in the most number of categories. These include highest rate of child poverty at 31.9%, highest rate of infant mortality at 10.3% lowest median household income at $35,078, highest teen birth rate at 71.9 per 1,000 women aged 15 to 19 and highest overall rate of STDs. Phew.)
It's not 100% science proof ... some of the metrics are taken from purely qualitative rankings (i.e. North Dakota).
It's supposed to be a bit tongue-in-cheek, but some of the stats will really shock you.
http://www.policymic.com/articles/64665/what-is-the-most-screwed-up-thing-about-your-state-check-this-chart
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but what do I know 
(I live in Denver)
was a real hot-rodder 
My worst experience in Boston was when I was stopped at traffic light for 15 minutes or more, watching the light turn green repeatedly but being unable to go anywhere. Then, finally, just after the light had turned green for the umpteenth time, the car in front of me moved! So I moved, too. But the car in front of me stopped after just making it all the way through the intersection, leaving me still stuck in the intersection 30 seconds later when the light turned red again. And to add insult to injury, a cop stopped me after I had finally made it through that damn intersection and told me I couldn't stop in an intersection! 
At least he didn't give me a ticket.
Iowa has the oldest population and another state most mobile homes
I am not a senior nor do I live in a mobile home but really - why would either of these statistics be a "worst"????? Neither is like robbery or bestiality mentioned for other states
silly
there ain't NOBODY out there that knows what the hell they're doing!
(Except for me, of course, but that goes without saying. 
And if you don't like the way I drive, stay off the sidewalk!)
Or maybe Montana?
Or WASHINGTON STATE?
You're right. With the emphasis on all the other more screwed up things here. Hey, Utah is so patriotic it was "awarded" the new NSA facility! 
and SC is listed as Most Mobile Homes.
I live right on the border (in NC, but really close to the SC line) between the two states...and I live in a mobile home. Other than the fact that mobile homes are not very strong compared to stick built houses (but even brick buildings go to hell in some tornadoes, depending on the strength), is "screwed up" about living in a mobile home.
I just had a concrete foundation put under mine and had it painted and the roof Kool Sealed. It now looks better than most of the houses in my neighborhood...and at least one neighbor has painted their deck railings the same Molera Vaquero Red that I used as my main color....less than a week after my trailer was painted. I'm waiting to see if anyone breaks out the Green Gables green to use as trim soon too.
I know most people look down on trailer parks, but I live on 2/3 of an acre (listed as .666 acres when I bought it, I just had to have it when I saw that) and I own the land and the trailer. There are only 2 trailers in my neighborhood. Mine is paid off. It is mine. The taxes have been paid ($70 for the whole year, beat that!). And it is truly home sweet home. There is no other place like it in the world. I love this place.
I grew up in a brick house in the city limits. It was considered THE BEST neighborhood, full of doctors and lawyers and all the other well-to-do "fine upstanding citizen" types. That house and the neighborhood had nothing but trouble. The taxes were astronomical. Several neighbors ended up killing each other. We all fucking hated each other.
One neighbor had Christmas lights up year round and sang really loudly (and really badly) religious songs in the yard year round, constantly was sneaking up on me and making weird ass religious comments about me going to hell because of the damnedest things that had nothing to do with the Bible, the woman was bonkers and I had to grow up next to that shit, and she wouldn't stay in her own damn yard with her religious preachy ass shit, but she was one of the worthwhile citizens of this county because her husband worked on the railroad and they were filthy fucking rich because he hurt his back or something.
I had another neighbor who brought a gun out of his house and started shooting randomly in my yard because he saw a coral snake. I put the handful of pine straw back down when I saw the snake and begged my crazy ass stupid fucking family and all the crazy ass stupid fucking neighbors not to kill it. It did not bite me or make any attempt to bite me. It was no danger to anyone. I had just had it in my fucking hands and it didn't bite me. Still, he broke out some kind of assault rifle I didn't even know he had and started shooting at the pine straw randomly in my yard. I barely had time to move out of the way when he came running with the gun shooting as he ran. He was a lawyer. You'd think a lawyer would think twice before firing a firearm randomly and wildly around a kid because he freaked the fuck out that there was a snake in some pine straw. Fucker. I still hate him for that to this day, always will. That was the closest I ever came to being shot...because the neighbor was trying to "help" in his own view of things. Bullshit, the fucker needed his ass kicked wildly shooting around a kid like that.
One other neighbor down the street stole a bunch of stuff out of our shed. My aunt made them paint the shed, apologize profusely to her every time they saw her from then on and they thanked her later, because she was the only person who ever disciplined them. They were used to being spoiled ass rich kids who got away with everything. She was the only one who ever dealt with them in any meaningful way. The cops always let them slide, because they were rich kids and she knew that. So, she took a non-police approach to dealing with their theft. Believe it or not, that neighbor ended up being the good one out of the bunch. The rest were certified bonkers.
Right before my aunt was evicted (and me along with her, I didn't know until the last minute she had lost the house), a child molester moved in next door. Oh joy. Such a fine neighborhood full of the best of the best worthwhile non trailer dwelling people and a freaking child molester (repeat offender of 5 to 6 year old little girls) moves in next door as the icing on the cake. I was more than happy to move away from that shit.
The neighborhood where I live now is a poor neighborhood, but the people are more like my family. My mother and my aunt wanted the best for me when I was a kid, so they raised me in a neighborhood with a reputation for being the best of the best people in the county. It was a shithole full of idiots, thieves, murderers, drug dealers, and religious freaks who would not stay in their own fucking yard with their certain brand of crazy. We could never truly afford to live there though. It was for rich people. My family wasn't rich. We barely scraped by. Beans and bread were the meals I looked forward to. Granted, before Reagan, we had better meals and even steaks from time to time. But, after Reagan and moving into that neighborhood from hell, it all went to hell in a hand basket. I fucking hated life while I lived there. It was a brick house, but felt more like an apartment. It had no character whatsoever. The heat was gas heat, but the idiots who installed it set the pilot light too low. Every time it rained, the pilot light went out and it blew cold air throughout the house. The air conditioner fucked up and we never could use it any more. We ended up with Kerosene heaters in the winter and window air conditioners in the summer. Our summers are like giant long lived farts straight out of Satan's asshole. The house had way too much square footage for window air conditioners to keep it cool unless you were standing right in front of the damn thing. The power bill was astronomical, in the $200 to $300 range monthly. Nothing worked like it was supposed to work. The house was haunted with a toilet flushing old lady who had to pee all damn night long every night. She was apparently the lady who lived and died there before we moved in. I wish she could have rested in peace and not had to piss so much, because I could have used the sleep and we could have used a break on the damn water bill.
Where I live now is a dream in comparison. Granted, my neighbor up the hill had terra cotta sewage pipes the finally wore out and broke and the ran right through my yard. That's fixed now and Mr. Shitpipe knows I can't stand him. It's not that he had that problem. It is how he acted about it and the damn trench he dug underneath my trailer then it rained cats and dogs and his girlfriend flushed tampons and QTips all night long knowing everything she flushed was running right down under my trailer. Thank God that is all fixed now and I don't have any problems with Mr. Shitpipe any more.
The neighbors across the street are kind of paranoid and put a sign in my yard that said this house protected by neighborhood watch. Ok. I have no problem with that. My other neighbor's dogs are what really protects my yard. No one can get near me when I am outside and God help anybody who tries to hurt me. Those dogs would rip them to shreds. The bigger of the two dogs doesn't even like bees to fly too close to me. Cars riding up and down the road when I am in the front yard are roundly chased away with nasty dog words yelled at them. She isn't playing. She means it. Anyone walking down the road had better keep it straight and narrow too. One move toward me and they are met with ferocious barking. I don't take a step out into the yard that those dogs are not here to guard me. I always make friends with any neighborhood dogs, no matter where I live. No security company that charges $99+ a month could protect this place as good as these dogs do. I pity the idiot who thinks they can get past these dogs to try any shit with me.
Other than the shitpipe problem a few years ago, I have to say this neighborhood beats the ritzy ass neighborhood full of brick houses and worthwhile upstanding citizens, hands down. I live in a trailer. True, but it is paid for, well maintained, in a nice, safe, beautiful neighborhood with neighbors who know how to stay in their own damn yard and leave me the hell alone unless we are comparing notes on any neighborhood disturbances, like a transformer on the power pole blowing out. I'd rather be in this neighborhood living in this trailer than in any brick house in any other neighborhood. It's home. It's safe. It has the most beautiful scenery in the entire county.
So, again I ask, is so wrong with someone who lives in a trailer? That brick house I grew up in can kiss my trailer dwelling ass. That place was depressing, bland, boring, built on top of an area that used to be a landfill, full of quicksand, and in a neighborhood I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. And no, before anyone asks, I would not want that house even in this neighborhood. The place was impossible to keep up, had too much square footage to try to heat and cool, had too many tiny ass rooms instead of fewer larger rooms with purpose, and mildew and mold problems from hell. No, I would not want to live in a brick house again. I prefer a place I can make pretty. Brick houses are never pretty to me. They are bland and boring, cost way too much to buy, cost way too much to heat and cool, and cost way too much in property taxes. Fuck all that. I could never afford that. Even if I could, why would I want to waste money like that? It's ridiculous.
I fucking hate when people ridicule and belittle people who live in trailers. Who the fuck do they think they are? Are they the religious nut who liked to wander around in other people's yards telling them all the crazy ass reasons they are going to hell? Are they the thieves who stole freaking wire from the poorest family in the neighborhood? Are they the child molester? Are they the lawyer who liked to fire his gun wildly around a child and scare the kid half to death? Are they the uptown drug dealer with connections in the police force? Who the fuck are they to belittle someone else.
Yes, that feels better now. I had to say it.
So it seems Kentucky has taken over while we get abortions.
SC - their political landscape is such that the number of mobile homes seems the least of their problems.
Actually I think I might be comfortable living in Ohio.
I'm staying out of Washington!
Poor females! Get out of Nebraska. Just don't go to CT. Or OK!
I guess it wouldn't take too many instances of it to be number one. I wonder if they have those little infomercials up there: "Please don't love you're pets too much."
What? 
