I really, really, really wish I could sit here and go on about nostalgia, the Southern charm and small town, wholesome values, but I can’t. The truth of the matter is, I’m so glad I left and I don’t know why didn’t leave sooner.
Ok. The only thing I miss is the local bakery. Ya’ll get a shout out for having the best burgers and cakes! Other than that, the whole place can stew in the swamp of ignorance and remain blood-curdling angry over… wait for it… liberals.
Oh God. I know. The L-Word, the terrorists, the dot heads, the queers, the transgender, the abortion clinic Starbucks and all their little yuppies who talk about fine art and Classics. Bernie Who? The big communist and screw anyone who has a bumper sticker of him. This is barefoot land! We’re Republicans simply because it’s what rednecks do! A guy who drinks Mountain Dew and goes to the river… and is a Democrat? Now, that’s just loony talk.
Yeah. I don’t fucking miss you at all.
Bill Maher, for whom I have a love/hate relationship with, summed you up perfectly. Here’s a link where he discusses the town mouse and the country mouse. Oh, I know… hUfFinGtOn PoSt. It’s not FOX news or Weekly World News or The National Enquirer, so you’re probably going to say it’s fake news; however, there’s a video where you can watch his message come straight from the horse’s mouth.
Again, I will link it here.
“You didn’t make America great again, you enrolled in Trump University,” he says.
And so the nail meets hammer.
Oh, but this really isn’t about Donald Trump, although that was the stake in the coffin for me. No, your bullshit has been going on for years before that man took the stage and extracted your fears and made you angry. It was even before Obama when the rednecks sat in Hardee’s and felt defeated because a black guy took office in 2008. It was before George W. Bush and Bill Clinton. The truth is, you’ve always been this way.
Barefoot, ignorant, and 2-dimensional.
And honestly, nothing is going to change you, because you’re too afraid to step out of your butter-thick mind and embrace life. In a Platonic sense, you will always sit in the cave and watch NASCAR when there’s a light at the end of the tunnel… because the moist, dripping walls of the cave is all you’ve ever known.
No, I am not better than you. I shit, I piss, I make mistakes and I am humbled to merely have this amazing chance to be alive. But the tragedy is, you think you’re better than everyone else just because they want to be cultured. However, understand that there are two people in this country:
There are those who voted for a woman who didn’t win, and there are those who voted for a loser.
By the way, speaking of the unemployed witch of the woods who lives in a gingerbread house and drinks wine, I must ask… isn’t Hillary Clinton suppose to be in prison? I mean, isn’t that what you voted for?