We all seem to have our little hangups. One of mine is the rise of bigots in America, and it's like they are capable of counting off at least three things they are against before breakfast time.
Take our neighbors in some of the southern states, for example. How can anyone hate Democrats and love pork jowls, catfish, and grits?
That just doesn't make any sense.
We have become a nation of nitwits who are politically incorrect, socially prehistoric, and mentally incapable of comprehending the word compromise.
I'm convinced that America's Civil War has never been concluded, but rather just put on hold while the South regroups and comes up with "Plan B." They are insisting that our government is about three notches lower than the belly of a cottonmouth snake and twice as dumb.
Whenever we find the will to move our nation two steps forward, they will find a way to drag us back three. They are against country, apple pie, and rules. They are all in love with strapping on a "hog leg" with an abundance of ammo and scaring the Hell out of decent folks at a shopping center.
Are we heading toward a second round of the 1860s brother-killing-brother and cousin-killing-cousin fiasco? Are we completely incapable of getting along?
One recipe to relieve all of that bottled up bigotry is to climb to the highest spot you can find and scream your hate as loud as you can. When you come down, think about taking a second hard look at your fellow man. You just might find that there is a more peaceful way to live together.
But don't try to convince me I shouldn't be eating my corn bread without butter and syrup. And grits...well, just don't even get me started on that stuff.
I'm convinced that America's Civil War has never been concluded, but rather just put on hold while the South regroups and comes up with "Plan B." They are insisting that our government is about three notches lower than the belly of a cottonmouth snake and twice as dumb.
Whenever we find the will to move our nation two steps forward, they will find a way to drag us back three. They are against country, apple pie, and rules. They are all in love with strapping on a "hog leg" with an abundance of ammo and scaring the Hell out of decent folks at a shopping center.
Are we heading toward a second round of the 1860s brother-killing-brother and cousin-killing-cousin fiasco? Are we completely incapable of getting along?
One recipe to relieve all of that bottled up bigotry is to climb to the highest spot you can find and scream your hate as loud as you can. When you come down, think about taking a second hard look at your fellow man. You just might find that there is a more peaceful way to live together.
But don't try to convince me I shouldn't be eating my corn bread without butter and syrup. And grits...well, just don't even get me started on that stuff.