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Suggest you come down from the ivory tower and visit my hometown of Springfield, Missouri - population 275,000. It may be the most pro-Bush city remaining in the country, where the half-morbidly-obese population are excited that their hero Bush has flopped so miserably because this is fresh evidence that the rapture is on course. That's right, rednecks who are fatter and dumber than pigs (since pigs won't eat themselves to death) enabled this cretin to destroy the world, and won't be satisfied until the job gits done. All of this is clothed in holiness, of course, in the home of the Baptist Bible College and world headquarters of the Assembly of God, where elder Ashcroft takes his turn Sundays running in place while speaking in tongues, even handling snakes on special occasions. You remember Elder Ashcroft, right?
After I escaped from this forced idiocy (about the time the Klan burned down the directors house on opening night of the college production of Larry Kramer's "Normal Heart") I was chilled to turn on the AM radio station in almost any city in America I traveled, to hear that the same ignorant rednecks were taking over the country, bullying their way through all rational thought, forcing endless war, destroying the U.S. reputation in the world permanently. I didn't need to question where all of this came from. I recognized it instantly. I had come from it.
Welcome to Nation of Rednecks.