Duelling Banjos

That in-bred Southern rednecks are thought of as being among the scum of the Earth is a bit unfortunate because it puts them at a level near cockroaches. I respect the cockroach. Yes, cockroaches are disease-ridden vermin, however, we all know that come the apocalypse, it is they (and Cher) who will survive. They’ve got staying power.

And while we marvel at the stupidity of in-bred rednecks who find amusement in the intricacies of… God knows what, I really don’t want to think about it… we ought to be amazed that they haven’t yet killed themselves off. Then, we should probably be afraid because either they know something we don’t or have better luck than “the rest of us” when it comes to survival.

Published by Kerri on September 7th, 2007 tagged living in the south, really deep thoughts


4 Responses to “Duelling Banjos”

  1. cheapriboflavin Says:

    Er, what prompted this?

    And I like the new layout.

  2. flameth Says:

    I really don’t know. Something did inspire me, but I forget what.

  3. Joseph T. Richardson Says:

    Hey, now. Attack the redneck if you must (from my experience, even the lowest are good people at heart), but “Southern” has nothing to do with it. Northern rednecks are even worse. Canadian rednecks are even worse.

  4. flameth Says:

    Too true. I’m not even really attacking rednecks, though. I was just thinking about the stereotype.

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