Say old man, where you been for so long.
Well Lorena, I’ve had
other interests for awhile but, I’m back to spread more un-PC stuff.
When I refer to myself as a redneck there is a giant
collective gasp from those in areas not of the southern persuasion. My belief of being of the redneck variety is
based on the understanding of its origin.
History Lesson – Pay attention:
During reconstruction there was an influx of northern
nerdowells that infected our southern cities.
They brought northern money so they did not require employment and were
just loiters who found fault with everything southern. Much as the current crop of liberals. When the local farmers and their wives came
to town to buy staples these celluloid collar wearing loiters would laugh and
make fun of the farmer’s redneck and how they were not cosmopolitan as they
themselves. The farmer’s neck was
certainly red from working in the hot southern sun from sunup til sundown. A
term we have for this is from can-to-can’t.
The farmer was producing food for and supporting the area. The carpetbagger produced nothing. It is in this vein that I refer to myself as
a redneck. I have worked hard all my
life for what little I have. The term
has been bastardized in later years primarily by the media. To that group the term redneck is synonymous
with white trash. These two are miles
apart. I am in no way white trash. That term could more properly apply to the
carpetbaggers of the past.
History lesson over:
Class dismissed.
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