Ok, so I go on a little trip out of town. And, I’ll be damned if a person could just take a little trip without the people who live around her acting like total fucking idiots. Let me specific here, there is nothing wrong with being a hillbilly. Generally that occurs as a result of one’s birth place, type of family around the home in general and just plain lack of getting out of the sticks. So, please understand, when I refer to some of my family members as hillbillys, yes indeed, I am making fun of them, however, in general they cannot help it.
A redneck however is something that someone chooses to become. People aren’t born rednecks, people choose to be rednecks. People choose to do redneck things like go into public with no shirt on with their underwear hanging out the back and their plumber butt showing and no shoes. That’s not something that’s just born, you do that on your own free will.
So, now that we have that cleared up. While I was gone, one of the hillbillies went to see one of the rednecks who just happens to manufacture meth. That’s another story for another day. Remind me sometime when I’m running low on content, I’ll shoot that story at you.
Anyway, so prescription drug addicted hillbilly went to redneck meth dealers house and accused him of sleeping with his wife. Now, that’s not a very nice thing to accuse someone of and even if it is true, I have my own theory here. Let’s just say that your spouse has an affair. Who are you going to be angry with? Not the person who had the affair with your spouse…they never promised you anything…unless maybe they did because it was your brother or sister or parent but anyway. How can you be mad at the outsider when your spouse is the one who made the promises to you? Your spouse is the one who said “forsaking all others”, right?
I feel very strongly about this matter so don’t try to talk me down. Anyway, hillbilly and redneck start fighting. Someone calls the police. I have no idea what else transpired because my own mother is pissed at me over something else and refuses to tell me anything. (That’s another for an entirely different time, remind me when I am post-less for a few days, I’ll share).
So, all I know is that the Rednecks (Hatfileds) and the Hillbillys (McCoys) got into a huge ruckus and ended up cutting phone lines, satellite lines, cable lines all kinds of crap. I mean really, what is this 1950?
Yea, I have so much more intriguing stuff coming your way….just you wait.
