Welcome to beautiful Knoxville, Tennessee!

Ahhh, Knoxville! Breathe in the fresh, crisp mountain air as it settles into your valley, trapped, like still water a raccoon died in. The city of Knoxville, Tennessee was founded in 1786 and named for the first Secretary of War of the United States, Henry Knox. According to all accounts, Knox himself died in 1806 after swallowing a chicken bone that punctured his intestines, but some say it is rumored that the chicken murdered him posthumously because the chicken had been disappointed by his weekend visit to the Secretary's namesake city, although this seems unlikely as chickens lack the capacity for spite.

An early nickname for Knoxville was "The Marble City" because of the number of pink marble (it's not really marble) quarries active in the city and because the city's founder "Crazy" James White had "lost his marbles," according to early locals. Perhaps they were in the quarries. Now we'll never know as they are most likely lost to history; also I made it up. Pictured right is the James White Fort House, where "Crazy Jimmy" would spend his days, playing with his marbles.

When Tennessee was admitted into the Union in 1796, Knoxville served as its first capital for twenty-one years, when in 1817 it was moved to Murphreesboro. Presumably, this occurred when whoever was in charge of the state government looked out a window. Or maybe when the South Carolina and Georgia governors came to visit and they kept snickering when the Tennessee governor was showing them around and the South Carolina governor was like, "I do declare! May I ask you sir, have you ever been to Columbia? Why, it's a jewel of the south! Oh my goodness gracious! What in tarnation is that gold ball on a stick?! Oh my God, it's horrifying!" I bet he wore a white suit and had brown side-whiskers.

An artist's rendering of the governor of South Carolina.

Early Knoxville was a small, quiet town with not much for the locals to do except spend their nights in run-down bars and taverns. Oh! how far this city has come. In fact, a visitor to the town remarked, astonished, that the city had seven taverns but no church. Even from the beginning, Knoxville was an affront to our Lord. He has since cursed this place.

Today, Knoxville holds a diverse population of 80% white people, some Mexican migrant workers, and a few black folks that the white people pretend they aren't terrified of. Still, there is much in Knoxville to see and do! Let's review, shall we?

This is an aerial view of the Turkey Creek Shopping Center located in West Knoxville. Turkey Creek is a loving tribute to the glories of capitalism. With hundreds of stores, shops, restaurants, and general places to put your money as far as the eye can see, Turkey Creek is giving Dubai a run for its money for the title of "The Whore of Babylon."

The Sunsphere has been made fun of a lot -- even on The Simpsons -- but frankly, it deserves all the abuse it gets. It is an eyesore that should be toppled down to make room for something less ugly, like a gigantic rendering of Knoxville native Brad Renfro's corpse. It was built for the 1982 World's Fair and is a literal eyesore. And yes, I am using the word "literal" correctly. Staring at the Sunsphere for too long will create open, gaping sores where your eyeballs used to be.

You know what? The University of Tennessee is actually a pretty good school and I can't make fun of it that much. What I can make fun of is that UT sports make up the entirety of the weak pulse that is keeping the soul of this city on life support. If the University did some hilarious prank like announcing it was disbanding the school's football program, there quite literally would be deaths. And not even accidental ones. Mouth-breathing sports fans would murder those responsible for assassinating any kind of meaning they had in their lives. For instance, look at these retards burn a mattress because their stupid douchey-looking football coach went to a school he liked better:


That night a homeless man was pretty disappointed when he came back to his alleyway after a hard day's work of panhandling and scrounging and ... tramping? I don't know what they do.

Located near (or on, I don't know) UT's campus is The Strip. This is where all the college bars and nightclubs reside, I guess. Basically, this is where your daughter goes to drink under-aged and get felt up by some meathead douchebag with two different colored polo shirts on right on top of each other so he can take her back to his frat house to give her a thoroughly mediocre fucking with his half-flaccid whiskey dick.

There are other sites and things to know about Knoxville. But I don't care about those things. Because I am tired and I don't feel like typing anymore. In summation, Knoxville is a lame city filled with lame people and I'm leaving AND ONLY COMING BACK DURING THE HOLIDAYS OR FOR A WEEK OR TWO EVERY THREE TO SIX MONTHS, DO YOU HEAR ME?!