Well I winkled out two Montana haters:

Reader A:

Derb—I think I have a cousin who hates Montana. At least, I’d be surprised if he doesn’t by now, being in prison there and all. Wants to transfer to [name of nearby state], from what I hear, to be nearer family. And hey, he’s not that far from Missoula! Now there’s a daytrip I’m sure you hadn’t considered.

Gonna pass on that one. And if you ask me, a state that is hated by state convicts is a state I want to be in!

Reader B:

Mr. Derbyshire—The main reason to dislike Montana is that it’s economically a bad place to live. Many people want to live there because they fall in love with it, but there’s little economic activity, so there is a lot of competition for the jobs that exist. My sister lived there for ten years, married to a loser. In a normal economic zone, this loser probably would have managed to get by adequately, but in Montana he was doomed. They missed out on the whole economic boom of the 1990′s by living there, and lived in near poverty for ten years.

Well, whatever it says about Montana, that confirms the wisdom of my friend in the other post, about not letting your daughter marry a loser, in Montana or anywhere else. That other post, by the way, is generating even more “Amen!” emails than my Mideast Fatigue column did. Here is one of the best (the subject line on this one was actually “Amen and Amen,” no kidding):

And don’t kid yourself he’s not a loser because he has the pony-tail, the sidies, the three-day stubble and (paraphrasing the immortal phrase used by ‘Bowling for Soup’ on ’The Girl all the Bad Guys Want’) his ‘CD changer’s full of singers that are mad at their dad.’ These may seem like signs of high Coolness Quotient, but (after 10th grade or so) they’re actually symptoms of loserhood.