My first exposure to a "red-neck" was while watching "Easy Rider", back in the 60's. I was horrified at the notion that someone would take a life merely because they had long hair and rode a motorcycle. I vowed to stay away from the South for fear of being targeted and annihilated. So much for youthful fears.
I now live in Texas and I've long since understood the dynamic of living here. After all, no one messes with Texas. I like that. Moreover, my hair isn't down to my shoulders anymore and I never did ride a motorcycle. No harm, no foul, in my mind.
These folks speak my language, although I get teased about my Yankee accent. No matter, I'm on board for the cause. I now laugh at the notion of "red-necks" and have been accused of being one. Any more, it's a derogative term to describe conservative, of which I'm one. So I guess I'm a red-neck.
I also attended a Tea Party when Tea Parties were cool, back on April 15th, 2009. Now, people that attend Tea Parties are racists, although the crowd is pretty much the same as when I attended. I met an awful lot of people on that April 15th. People white, black, female, youthful, whatever. I didn't think I was talking to a bunch of racists, I thought I was talking to a bunch of concerned citizens. Were you there? Maybe I talked to you.
Oh wait! I get it. Being called a "racist" is like being called a "red-neck". In other words, a conservative. But how do I square that with the Blacks, Hispanics and Asians that were at the Tea Party? More importantly, how do they square it?
In a word, I suspect, we don't. We're conservatives and proud of it. Let the name-calling be damned. If you want to call me a red-neck, racist mofo, because I believe in the U.S. Constitution, go for it. I'll meet you at the ballet box. We'll take on that Black Panther thug together. What do you say?
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
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