5. I don't even understand what you are trying to say here
Fifth would be the "chip on the shoulder" mentality about Good Ole Boys, Bubba and the Redneck. The Southern politician wants to pretend his background is that of Bubba, and he wants to address the populace as being made up of Rednecks (which he wants you to know is his own background) but then he wants to get really torqued if you suggest that such a conversation might be an indicator that some of the participants might have a slightly lowered IQ.
I think taylorengineer and I have both had our chance to express ourselves, and this little outburst is, as far as I am concerned, over. But I think he was genuine in saying he didn't understand what I was trying to say in Point 5.
This is a little bit like the cartoon from years ago where the little old lady is taking a good look at the big emblem about Harley's on the back of the biker's big leather jacket. "Lady, If I have to explain it to you, you still wouldn't understand."
If a Caucasian is standing around the corner from a group of African Americans in casual chat with a bit of verbal push-and-shove as men are prone to do, they may use some words among themselves in good humor. If you as a white person then walk around the corner and use one or two of those words in addressing the group, you may encounter hostility.
Southerners, left to themselves, seem to revel in flaunting the rural ways and the poverty ways they endured going back to reconstruction and embellished in the era following the Depression of the 1930s. The pick-up truck is one of the emblems of that bravado. But let an outsider step around the corner and begin chatting about "Redneck Ways" and other such terminology, you may encounter hostility. If I go down to Waycross or Moultrie or Blakely, I accept the lingo, the style of dress, and the decor of the pickup truck (with the dog in the bed) as genuine and authentic. But in East Cobb, Alpharetta, South Forsyth and parts of Gwinett that same appearance and speech style strikes me as fair game for some comments in the conversation I launched, including point five.Let the record show, FULL DISCLOSURE:
I have a pick-up truck sitting in my driveway. Much to my wife's chagrin I can reel off a few Arkansas Ozarks pieces of lingo in the middle of a conversation, and my "Goat Rodeo Cowboy" personal is a spoof on the patterns of Texas ranch country in the 40s, 50s and 60s. But sit down face to face with me for 30 minutes, or sit in the seat behind me on the airliner and just listen to my conversation... and you will know that regionalism DOES NOT guide my prejudices, my politics or my religion.
I hope our nation never becomes so homogenized that it no longer makes sense to plan a vacation in a part of the country you have never been to, because when you get there you find they have already become you, and you have become them! I feat that when the history books are written a couple of generations from now we will find that radio, Walmart and McDonalds and cable talk-shows have indeed made us all alike.