There is a
lot of snot and malice about rednecks on the internet. Most of it
comes from such cornflowers and honeysuckles as college professors,
other witless suburban nonentities, and assorted twits in cities.
By redneck, these bundles of intellectual lingerie seem to mean
anyone without a college degree who can hang a door or lube his
car.
One of them,
some sort of biochemical rascal, figured that rednecks were
examples of poor evolutionary fitnesscompared, I guess, to him.
Now, thats a stretch.
Tell you
about rednecks. Theyre probably the only people in the whole
country that aint unfit. What used to be Davy Crocketts country
today is full mostly of folk who cant do anything for themselves.
They call someone else to fix the plumbing, shoot the burglar, gap
their plugs, build their houses, get their kids off drugs. If the
cat dies they need a pet-loss grief-management counselor. From a
rednecks point of view, the United States is turning fast into
people like those nasty white grubs that nekkid savages in New
Guinea eat, only with legs.
I know the
breedrednecks, not grubs. I grew up with them, in King George
County, Virginia, and in Athens, Alabama in 1957. Back then I
thought I was Huck Finn. I may have been right. Certainly the
evidence favored the proposition. Id run through the woods like a
Southern Mowgli with a slingshot and later got drunk with the
country boys in high school and drove like three dam fools, buy one
and get two free. We hunted, and crabbed in the Potomac, and such
like. We called people from Massachusetts Damyanks, or
targets.
Now, the
people in KG were either farmers or fishermen. They could build a
crab boat from scratch. Try it. What they were, really, was
versatile. Theyd snatch an old engine from a junkyard Chevy and
rebuild it, convert it to marine, and mount it in the boat. They
changed their own transmissions, replaced clutch plates, wired the
barns they built. They could run a farm, keep old tractors going,
blast a stump, raise hogs and slaughter them. They knew guns, and
had them. They could hunt, shoot, and fish. They were tough, cut
cordwood and split logs and dug foundations. If they wanted a wall,
they laid the brick. If something broke, they fixed it.
Maybe they
came up a little short on iambic pentameter. Didnt seem to hurtem
none.
Now, if an
asteroid hit Boston, which would be a good idea, and all the
International Safeways and designer-cheese stores went tits-up, and
the repair shops and gas stations that do things for all
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