Connectthedots

Before the Nike Revolution of 2006, Connecticut was a place widely known for its turned up collars and drunk rich white boys who, for some reason, probably due to nuclear waste, were convinced that they were black and very cool. This made the state's sole African-American angry and was part of the reason why the border was replaced with dots. The dots led to a huge influx of illegal immigrants, Puertorriquenos, and black people, most of which settled in a three-block area of Bridgeport, under the tracks in Hartford, and the squatters lots of Meriden.

Now, however, Connectthedots is just a dumping ground for hobos, discarded polo shirts, and New Yorker's paychecks (thanks to the Mashantucket Pequots and their Uber-Casinos). Those inhabitants of Connectthedots that weren't trying to be black fled and are now living in Hell or York, often discriminated against by the native inhabitants.

Also before the revolution, Connectthedots' major exports consisted of airplane parts, Pez, Legos, M-16's, Dave Matthews Band concerts, the Hartford Whalers, nuclear-powered grinders, and anthropothermal energy generation (see: ESPN's Chris Berman).

The capital of Connectthedots is Heartburn, a rather boring place whose claims to fame are a constitution pulled from a dead oak tree as well, the largest collection of soon-to-be bankrupt insurance companies in the Northeast outside of New York, and the largest and most confusing expressway interchanges on the East Coast.

[edit] Points of interest in Connectthedots

You could visit the Wall (not hall, love, simply too small to be a hall) of fame for the (moved to Carolina) Whalers (i.e. Carolina Freedom Winds). But that's boring, "brass bonanza" gets repetitive and The Civic Center Roof might cave in... again. But if you're somehow stuck in Hartford, you could go have a good time with the failures at life at UHA (that's University of Hartford), or, their younger playmates next door at the Watkinson School, home to more stoner yuppies than any other prep school in New England, save for Suffield Academy, which is a fall-back for kids applying to Hamden Hall, which in turn are fallbacks for kids who got rejected from for Westminster School in Simsbury, Hopkins or Choate or Hotchkiss or Loomis Chaffee or Taft or... Did I mention Connecticut is full of private boarding schools that kick ass?

Don't forget to spend hours of fun watching how quickly things change from ghetto to riches as you cross city lines. Nothing gets you going quite like driving through West Hartford Jewish mansions and one block later going through slum-infested Hartford. Don't be so hard on the sheltered suburbanites, though, they've never even met one of the black people that live on the other side of the line.

In Heartburn, Connectthedots, many people are noticing a giant black vault with little strobelights flowing into it. This is the Vault of Souls. Teenagers all over the country from no name schools are being sucked in an attempt to resurrect Ultra Jesus in order to stop Dick Cheney from becoming the president in the '08 election.

Mianus, Connecticut gives a tourist to see everything located in Mianus.

Also of interest is Connecticut's Own™ Millstone Nuclear Reactors. "Temporally Offline" (not decommissioned, not dismantled) these beasts heat the Long Island Sound (read- the horrors of red tide) from its normally frigid -80˚C. Don't like it Cold? Swim closer to the reactor! Don't like random mutations to all your potential offspring? Well that just sucks for you, now doesn't it?

Get yourself a car damn fast, without one, suicide seems your best option (see Uncyclopedia special article: "High-level Bridges In CT that are Perfect for Jumping Off Of". Also, don't forget New York is just a short trip away, so why not go there and spare yourself the boredom and agony? After all, that is precisely why their residents always seem to be clogging the turnpike to "escape" to the Shoreline to terrorize the local inhabitants every blasted weekend.

Another fun thing in Connectthedots is the birth place of master chief(not to be confused with master Chief). a little place called Darrellsville.

[edit] History

The Connectthedots State Quarter exemplifies the state's Pubic Hair and Crabs Epidemic of 1973 at its very worst...

Contrary to popular belief, the huge-ass tree on the back of the Connecticut State Quarter has nothing to do with the Connecticut Colony's first charter, but has more to do with guidelines set forth by the founding fathers regarding public transportation in Connectthedots. Nathan Hale may very well have been strung up on this stately Oak for daring to teach Tory students the theory of evolution. The Charter happened to be several hundred pages long, but had only one rule regarding public transportation in Connecticut (gloriously expanded to size 7200 font).

Few people know that George W. Bush was really from Connectthedots, and not Texas. But don't tell him that; he wouldn't know where the hell it is anyway.

'''"You do not, under any circumstances, take public transportation anywhere, anyhow-in the state of Connectthedots. Doing so will unleash a slew of sexually transmitted diseases, the likes of which have never been seen before. Muahahahahaha!!!!

The early settlers, not knowing a thing about sexually transmitted diseases, had no reason to panic. But, being simple-minded folk, they chose not to disobey the Charter.

So, until 1973, no one had had any qualms about not being able to ride the public transportation system (ask any of your Nutmeg friends, they'll tell you without hesitation that they have never taken a bus in Connecticut). On July 17, 1973, none other than Randolph Carter made his first visit to the state of Connecticut. Here's a chilling recount by Carter himself:

So I 'iz doing my business and all so I'ze gots on de bus not knowing 'bout dem sexually transmitted diseases and all. Suffice it to say, I'ze got da crabs now. The entire Town Of Granby expatriated as a result of this development, just begging Massachusetts to take it back...PLEASE! What Randolph Carter didn't know was that, unlike crabs, he had released what is now known as "The Flood"-a term made popular by the hit game, Halo.

Many battles were fought, and many perished. But the Nutmeggers, being the sophisticated folk that they are, realized that if they cut off The Floods' natural habitat, then all would be at peace again.

So in 2003, Connectthedots Governor John G. Rowland made his historic "Publication Proclamation" declaring that all Nutmeggers be stripped of their pubic hair-the primary breeding ground for The Flood. Knowing that many would resist this movement, Governor Rowland used his nuclear physics background to cause a massive nuclear meltdown with radiation that targeted only the genital areas. As a result of this, many Nutmeggers are now sterile or give birth to devil-spawn children (Old Lyme residents excluded...though they have other worries, what with an actual disease named after them, to go along with a very dangerous pandemic influx of N'Yakers displacing them at a record pace).

The Nutmeggers were furious, and in 2004, ousted John Rowland from office. He is now serving a 372,578 year prison sentence for his crimes against humanity. Many have argued that this is not a harsh enough sentence, seeing as how John Rowland shares the same DNA with God, whom everyone knows can't die. God has guaranteed Rowland reincarnation, just so long as tolls are reinstated on the Turnpike and Merritt Parkway before he draws his last breath.

[edit] Developments

Rowland's deputy Governor, a by-otch named M. Jodi Rell, might revert Connectthedots back to the Dark Ages when the Flood was in power. She is allowing randomly selected Nutmeggers to regrow their pubic hair back on a trial basis. Many biophysicists believe this will result in The Flood being unleashed again. Out of spite, it is believed she will reinstate tolls only over Rowland's cold, dead, stick-poked body.