We Call Our Daddies Daddy
I guess we could call our “daddies” and “mommas” “rebel anuses.”
It's not just George who seems to dismiss Southern white fellows. I don't know when it happened, but somewhere along the line, folks in the North and East and West beyond the mountains, declared open season on Southern white men: in fact, they've been placed on the “Shoot 'em When You See 'em List.” Definitely, Southern men have been denied the privilege of being part of the Politically Correct Endangered List.
Ah, shucks, George, I deeply apologize if us Southern boys have offended your delicate sensitivities. We try to avoid such offenses and do humbly submit the following to assuage your discomfort.
George, I don't mean this as an insult to your Northern education, but it's apparent that you aren't well versed in our nation's Presidential history as some of us in the South are. A few of us good ol' boys have achieved the lofty position of the Presidency in spite of our obvious shortcomings.
Even our great President, Barack Obama, referred to folks---and I must assume most of those folks lived in the South and across the prairies of the West---as those who “cling to guns or religion.” I don't think he meant that in the nicest way and would probably agree with George's analysis that the South is composed of “rebel anuses.”
Now, George, I suspect you're not real big on religion, and I have to admit that I don't often darken the door of a church, but my fellow Southerners do. Being born in Manhattan, I can imagine your confusion about Southerners who believe in a supreme being greater than themselves. We're just poor rebel anuses here in the South who can hardly measure up to a New Yorker. I did a little research and found that nine of the top ten states rated as very or moderately religious are in the South. You got us: you're right. You folks in New England are the most self-reliant, godless Americans in the country. Virginia and Florida were Confederate states, but they long ago were overrun by carpetbaggers, bless their hearts.
Perhaps, what's wrong with Southern men is that they have shrunken egos as evidenced by their respect for their “mommas” and “daddies,” their willingness to sacrifice themselves for a cause greater than themselves, and, most unbelievable of all, their belief in an invisible being greater than themselves. No wonder you Yankees, like George, call us “rebel anuses.”
Yep, we're an inferior lot who undoubtedly will continue to say, “Yes, Ma’am” and “Thank you” and open doors for strangers. I fear that's just who we are.
In spite of ya'll calling us rebel “anuses,” we like you Yankees: you provide us with many smiles and outright belly laughs; so because we like ya'll, we're going to give you a helpful little tip: quit betting on your Yankee football teams in the bowl games.
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