Monday, April 04, 2005

Some People Need To Get Out More

I was cruising through some of the blogs that usually drive me to distraction, yet keep me coming back, when I came across this exceptional example of insular lunacy. I usually let this kind of drivel pass without comment...but what the hell....

1. That farm boy you see at the gas station did more work before breakfast than you do all week at the gym.
2. It's called a "gravel road." No matter how slow you drive, you're going to get dust on your Lexus. Drive it or get it out of the way!
3. The red dirt -- it's called clay. Red clay. If you like the color, don't wash your car for a couple weeks -- it'll be permanent.
4. We all started hunting and fishing when we were seven years old. Yeah, we saw that Bambi movie, too. We got over it.
5. Go ahead and bring your $600 Orvis fly rod. Don't cry to us if a flathead breaks it off at the handle. We have a name for that little 13-inch trout you fish for: bait.
6. Pull your pants up! You look like an idiot.
7. If that cell phone rings while a bunch of mallard ducks is making their final approach, we will shoot it. You might want to ensure it's not up to your ear at the time.
8. No, there's no "Vegetarian Special" on the menu. Order steak. Order it rare. Or, you can order the Chef's Salad and pick off the two pounds of ham and turkey.
9. Tea? -- yeah, we have tea. It comes in a glass over ice and it's sweet. You want it hot? Set it in the sun. You want it unsweetened? Add a lot of water.
10. You bring Coke into my house, it better be brown, wet, and served over ice!
11. You have a sixty-thousand-dollar SUV. We're real impressed. We have a quarter of a million-dollar combine that we only use two weeks a year.
12. Let's get this straight. We have one stoplight in town. We stop when it's red. We may even stop when it's yellow.
13. We eat dinner together with our families. We pray before we eat--yeah, even breakfast. We go to church on Wednesdays and Sundays, and we go to high school football games on Friday nights. We still address our seniors with "yes, sir" and "yes, ma'am," and we sometimes still take Sunday drives around town to see friends and neighbors.
14. We don't do "hurry up" well.
15. Greens -- yeah, we have greens, but you don't putt on them. You boil them with salty fatback, bacon or a smoked hog jowl.
16. Yeah, we eat catfish, bass, bream, and carp. You really want sushi and caviar? It's available down at the bait shop.
17. They are pigs. That's what they smell like. Get over it. Don't like it? Interstate 75 goes two ways. Interstate 40 goes the other two. Pick one.
18. Grits are corn. You put butter, salt, and maybe even some pepper on them. If you want to put m! ilk and sugar on them, then you want cream of wheat -- go to Kansas. That would be I-40 West.
19. The "Opener" refers to the first day of deer season or dove season. Both are holidays. You can get pancakes, cane syrup, and sausage before daylight at the church on either day.
20. So every person in every pickup truck waves? Yeah, it's called being friendly. Understand the concept?
21. Yeah, we have golf courses. Don't hit in the water hazards. It spooks the fish and bothers the gators --and, if you hit it in the rough, we have these things called diamondbacks, and they're not baseball players.
22. That Highway Patrol Officer that just pulled you over for driving like an idiot --his name is "Sir," no matter how young he is.
23. We have lots of pine trees. They have sap. It drips from them. You park your Lexus under them, and they'll leave a souvenir on your hood.
24. You burn an American flag in our state, you get beat up. No questions. The liberal contingent of our state legislature -- all four of them --enacted a measure to stop this. There is now a $2.50 fine for beating up the flag burner.
American by Birth, Southern by the Grace of God

Yes, it's another myopic, stereotypical slam on soul-less "Damnyankees".

Yes, it's stupid and not really worth wasting the time to rant about.

I think it's a pity that some southerners still think this way. Perhaps they should travel around a little bit and see the rest of the country.

I had a friend in the Army who was born in North Carolina, the state we were stationed in at the time. He was a good friend and an excellent soldier and I admired him greatly, but he started off on this tangent one day about how I was going to go back home to Michigan one day and leave all that beautiful southern country behind. On and on he went extholing the down-home virtues of the south. He sounded as if everything above the Mason-Dixon line was concrete jungle inhabited by sushi eating corporate executives in Brooks Brothers suits! It really was patronizing....kind of like the above diatribe.

I've been all over the south and south-west, from West Virginia to Florida. From Louisiana straight over to Texas. I've been in plenty of towns larger than the one I was raised in in Michigan. I've met people who are certainly nice down south...but I've also met my share of assholes down there. Southern hospitality? That means a whole lot when you enter the state of Texas and there are grown adults lining the sides of the Interstate with nothing better to do than hold signs saying Yankee Go Home!

Everything on the list above can be said about most parts of most states in the Union, irregardless of bearing on the compass.

The only REAL difference between the deep south and the rest of the country is a disturbingly insular attitude and an equally disturbing inability for some to get over the fact that they, once upon a time, got their asses handed to them by yankee "mudsills" and "hirelings". What a joke!