Thursday, February 09, 2012

Apparently Being A Red Neck Is Not Exclusive To The Southern States Of America

Hey, the heater in my Ford is like lighting a match in a blizzard.

I have to wear gloves because of that cold assed plastic steering wheel and wear a Hoody for the fifteen minute commute.

Crazy enough, the dude got government permission to do this, like that would EVER happen in this fucking country.


Kinda Cross Posted at Fixer and Gordon.


  1. No stoking while driving. And try not to slide off the road.

  2. hilarious ... AND no... rednecks are not JUST southern...

    redneck |ˈredˌnek|
    noun informal derogatory
    a working-class white person, esp. a politically reactionary one from a rural area : rednecks in the high, cheap seats stomped their feet and hooted | [as adj. ] a place of redneck biases.

    rednecked adjective
    ORIGIN from the back of the neck being sunburned from outdoor work.

  3. As much as I loves ya, and your efforts to find the definition of redneck honey, the true definition has been lost over time and has been suburbanized.

    Check the true definitions origins.

    I are one.

  4. Except for that Presbyterian shit.
    My fathers family was forced out of Scotland into Northern Ireland in the late fifteen hundreds and someone thought it to be a great idea to pull a Newt Gingrich.

    Bunch a fucking Catholics.

    My mothers side fought in the Revolutionary war and every one since but were "true" Hillbillies.

    As in Ozark mountain types.

    They were all Baptists.

    Me, I am just a fucking Ornery Bastard with a bunch of history, besides my Rap Sheet, Lol!

    Thanks fer stopping by and letting me guide you to some real history honey.
    Please don't take it as preaching, Pun intended.

  5. Yes that's the origin ... there is a Scottish festival here in Arkansas.

    come on down! ;)

    However, in modern day when someone refers to a redneck ... it was intended to describe farmers because of their red necks from working in the sun.

    Then the redneckisms .. haa... began to imply what my previous comment said...

    There are rednecks in every state in the US I've been to --- you know? I just did one of those map things and found as I clicked away... that I have actually lived and traveled to 42 states.

    Being southern... I just like for people to know that redneckness -- interpreted as meaning ignert dumb shits --- are not just indigenous to the south.

    ALTHOUGH ... we certainly have our share! Baptists are a whole nother thang.

    If you let Newt get elected... I'm never speaking to you again.
    well, or Mitt or Santorum either -- whatever his name is hear?

  6. I knew I liked you.

    Don't worry about Newt Or frothy Mixture either, that is all a dog and pony show, The Mittster was pre ordained last year.

    Btw, do you have a brown bean soup recipe I haven't seen yet?

    My Granny has been dead for 35 years now and she was old school Depression Tennessee and I have been trying to duplicate her brown bean recipe ever since.

    Closest I have come is some Cumin and Mexine Chili Powder, which I had to order over the internet.

    It's good, but it ain't Grannies yet.

  7. HAhaaa…. so since I'm from Arkansas I should know a brown bean soup recipe? Hahaaa… oh, me…. well?

    I can tell you that I do love pinto beans --- is that what you mean? The way we cook them down heah … is

    soak the beans overnight, drain, then cover with warm water, bring to a boil and simmer until they are done to your liking.

    We put LOTS of chili powder in ours… you can even soak the beans with the chili powder then add more to your taste while simmering.

    Some put ham hocks … and onion. Some put jalapenos… whatever you like. If you want soup… more water --- more seasonings…. cumin is good sure.

    I prefer my beans just simply boiled - done but not mushy. I don't use salt. I do like lots of chili powder. I like to make cornbread… no flour…..

    Place a slice open on a plate and butter it …. put cut up onion on top of the cornbread then ladle the beans on top…

    Each southern lady has their own way of making whatever it was/is they make their own.

    A slice or two of bacon is another popular thing to add or salted pork. I don't add any oil… my husband was raised with bacon grease added to his g'mother's beans … terrible for you but it sure tasted good…

  8. Ever heard of Bee Bee Arkansas?
    I had family there, Grandpa's clan was Western Tennessee, a hundred miles east of Memphis, place called Atwood.
    I had family all over that area, clear to Georgia.

    I ALWAYS put a hamhock in my boiled pinto beans, they just called 'em Brown beans fer some reason.

    Corn bread, slices of raw onion and I am one happy camper.

    That's some good eats my dear.

    Biscuits and sausage gravy, stop it, I am drooling.

  9. One more thing, speaking of Bacon grease, do y'all still have a tin can on the back of the stove full of it to cook with?

    Please tell me ya do.

  10. There is a Beebe just outside Little Rock where I live. Arkansas State University is there.

    I don't know of anyone who has bacon grease stored any longer. My Mother had a very cute little canister when I was growing up to store the grease. But a tin freakin can on the stove? HAHaaa... Busted?

    Sorry to disappoint... haaa y'kill me.

    I do love biscuits but not with gravy --- my husband does but he has had to quit. Real sausage and gravy and biscuits is absolutely stellar ... goood stuff but... I'm almost a vegetarian. I still have to have some fried catfish with hushpuppies now and then... ;)

    You obviously haven't been south in a while? We drive automobiles and have indoor toilets these days…

    HAhaaa... it still amazes me how the south is still seen by a lot of folk... especially Arkansas... well, and not to mention Texas. I lived in Dallas for almost 20 years.

    I was traveling somewhere... hmmm maybe it was going into New Hampshire... yeah, I think it was... I always liked to stop at the visitor centers and check stuff out.

    One of the volunteer ladies at the desk noticed I was from Texas when I signed the guestbook...

    She said... she had always wanted to visit Texas but was afraid of the snakes.

    Ha? she further said that perhaps she could just go to the developed areas.

    I said... you would like to come to Texas but are afraid ..... of snakes. developed?

    I.. well.. I ... I mean.. Texas is a great big ol state! we got snakes but I mean we have ...

    well... it was pretty funny... I did assuage her fears a bit... seriously!

    oh, and you can add a can of stewed tomatoes to yer beans if you want to make it more soupy… ;)

    I know you're a couple of hours earlier in Oregon ... it's after midnight here and this ol broad's going to hit the hay!

    howzat for some southern talk... haaa

  11. I find it particularly amusing, the implied superiority from some of our metropolitan friends, especially when they presume to understand rural life. Their presumptions are almost as humorous as their ignorance.

  12. It is strange, most ignorance is in the city. The country small town places generally have old school type learning. Where the young are actually taught to read...

  13. "My fathers family was forced out of Scotland into Northern Ireland in the late fifteen hundreds"

    So are you descended from Scottish Border reivers then. If so you should read George MacDonald Fraser's book "The Steel Bonnets".

  14. Well now, after reading all these comments, several times, I can see where I might come off looking like a snot nosed fool and I apologize.

    I can only go off of the memories that I have of my beloved late Grandparents who grew up in the South during The Great Depression and who pretty much raised me for some crucial parts of my life.

    I have been accused of being born in Missouri because I picked up on the way they talked and as for the tin can on the back of the stove with bacon grease in it, that was a reality, every day.

    The last time I was in Tennessee was for my Grandfathers funeral in 1999.

    I found a Mom and Pop hole in the wall restaurant in a tiny little town called Trez Vant and the kindly older lady who cooked there made the EXACT same pot of beans as my late Grandmother and I have never seen them since.

    I actually got up and gave that dear lady a hug and thanked her profusely.

    While I was there, I found that there was exactly one ATM machine, in another county, there were three little towns within five miles and not one would accept a check from another bank in an adjoining town and there was no such thing as a push button phone, I kid you not.Every one still had a rotary phone and for the life of me I could not find an operator who could connect me to my girlfriend in Portland Oregon.

    A church or four on the corners downtown and Civil War cemeteries all over the place.

    Brick houses made out of the clay they tried to grow food in and local wells for water.

    I did find some awesome smoked ham in the mesh bag for fifteen dollars that would cost seventy five around here and people were very friendly, after they told ya you talked funny and where are y'all from anyways?

    I actually thought about moving back there after my divorce.

    Speaking of stereo types, all y'all think every one from Washington state is a lumberjack and I actually had one lady ask me if we were still having problems with the Indians.

    Again, my apologies If I have offended anyone.

    Montag, thanks for the link, I just got a gift certificate for Amazon from my folks and I will take a serious gander at that book.