The baby looks like a Jackson Pollock painting.
The typical white racist trope again.
It’s astonishing to me how vehemently white racists will go to the mat over their “right” to use this word. They get so damn worked up about it, you’d think that without this word, they wouldn’t be able to speak at all.
So waiting until he started peeing and then suddenly backing up making him fall and pee himself would have been the correct thing. I knew it. It just feels right.
Wait, why do you have the name of an obscure French general who got his ass handed to him by the Chickasaw in Pontotoc Mississippi then stopped to lick his wounds in my blink and you miss it town?
Nonsense. I’ve grown up in the south. I was born in Arkansas, grew up there, and in Georgia and in Texas. I’m part indian (the wagon burning kind) and part everything else. I have indian rednecks (now that’s getting close to racial) relatives, and just plain ole white redneck relatives, and know rednecks of all other populations. Texas is full of them, of all skin colors.
A person is a redneck because they choose to be. Like a drummer, or an advocare distributor, or a libertarian or any other moderately annoying lifestyle choice people make. If I make fun of someone for being a drummer, it has nothing to do with their ethnicity.
Speaking of intolerant, bigoted rednecks or white trash or whatever you want to call them, I had a lovely experience yesterday morning. (Where’s the dripping sarcasm font when you need it?)
Sitting in Huddle House for a post-workout, pre-grocery store breakfast. There’s one of those grabber games w/ a claw thing and a box full of stuffed toys. One of them is an Obama figure. I just heard people laughing saying that a guy they know wants to win it & hang it by a noose in the back of his truck. So glad they were walking out the door, not sure I could eat w/ that shit around.
How you doin’?
Since you are the first person to ask in 9 years . . .
. . . not for the General, but for the street in New Orleans- chosen as my online name because of the questionable goings-on that used to go on on that street.
Thank you.
Or wait until he started pissing, then start up the car. As noted piss laureat Richard Pryor once pointed out, guys have a problem with stopping in a hurry once they start pissing… coupled with a need to run away…
Wouldn’t be surprised if a truck like that picks up a lot of nails. Probably have a lot of “birds” fly into it while the owner isn’t around too.
Walks away whistling nonchalantly…
<Adam Savage> Well, there’s your problem, right there! </Adam Savage>
I had the misfortune of spending a chunk of last Thursday in the Atlanta airport. On CNN there was a story about corporal punishment in schools, to which the quarter-ton nincompoop sitting across from me felt compelled to loudly reply, ‘Idiot libruls tryin’ ta tell me how ta raise mah kids!’.
/facepalm
Good. Stay there.
Probably just as well, as we used to say when I was growing up in New Mexico, every time a Texan moves to New Mexico the average intelligence of both states goes down. 
So what? They can call each other that. Redneck is not the same. So get over it you redneck cracker
You and Molly Ivins GRHS. (The east coast and Denver didn’t really count, did it?)
Hey, I’m a liberal Texan, too. I’ve been heartened to hear predictions that, as the Hispanic population in Texas continues to grow much faster than we Anglos, we may soon become a swing state and eventually even a reliably blue state. Can’t happen fast enough, IMO.
I was driving to work today, and was behind a truck that had a massive sticker on the back, large enough for me to read from a safe distance. It said “I’m not racist, but Obama has to go.” Then the car slowed down to turn left and I was able to get closer to see his normal size bumper sticker that was on his actual bumper. It said “Uncle Sam wants YOU to SPEAK ENGLISH.” It was just so ridiculous it didn’t really bother me, it made me laugh.
Death by bumper sticker.
Somebody took a shot at an Obama campaign office in Colorado.