to preface this post, let me say i am a military brat, i grew up in south jersey, but reside thank god south of the mason dixon. my people come from pike county kentucky, wyoming county west 'by god' virginia, and southern ohio. my great maternal grand mother is full blood indian (thanks to the timber, rail road, then of course coal mining corporations to pacify the hillbillies who DARED to organize and set fire to the company store)...military brat so i wouldnt have to be in a mine right now.
what cousin brother matthew LRFlip and uncle pappy Kennith is simply saying is, respect the fact that not all southerners or hillbillies are backwards sister fuckers. not all of us believe slavery was right. we cling to our bibles and passed down firearms, because thats all meema and pa-pah had to keep the 'man' off our fucking backs. even when they set fire to their homes to pacify their demands for safe working conditions.....and go figure the 'man' was always some smooth talking yankee business man. just like my home Maryland, it was the smooth talking business men that separated the freestate.
head to appalachia area and youll find some of the most interesting progressive people you'll ever meet. shit, hillbillies have been ORGANIC long before organic was made hip up north.
when in the south, open doors for women, say hello to anyone that passes, and keep your loud fucking mouth shut on Sundays before noon. don't beat us down when it comes time to pay the bill AFTER you already agreed to the estimate.
southern man will invite you in their home, cook you some biscuits, give you the shirt off their back, and help you be on your way, whilst a yankee will yell at you for wasting their time, yell foul slurs at a woman walking past, and smooth talk you out of the shirt off your back.
the best part of having hillbilly blood in me is the 'revenge'. ill bend over backward sfor you (you dickheads know me and know thats fact) but you slight me, and im your worst fucking nightmare....meema taught me that. you yankees have no idea what that truly means and it's actually quite unfortunate. it's called being family.
ill take hot biscuits and fat back over cold bagels and bullshit any day of the fucking week.