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It’s Not Just the South, But Boy, Hidey — Sure Feels Like It.
You’ve seen him.
Pontificating in the coffee shop….
Jut-jawed, concerny-browed about “his cuuuntree”.
You know the type.
He is one in an endless parade of those who loathe the poor (and is one paycheck away from the curb, himself)…. but still harbors this flagging testosterone illusion that his kind are some sorta “boot-strappin’ “ self-made guys who jest git up ever morning and KICK it!
No hand-outs for them and their’n!
Sweet suffering Jesus.
They are usually not disposed toward refusing their social security, medicare, or pension checks, however.
They mumble out of both sides of their mouths as they scripture-strut and patriot-pose.
Annoying as hell, willfully ignorant.
Yeah.
You know the type.