i wanna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames…

ding-a-lingtoothless, barefoot, and belligerent, qualities to be found in the most potent examples of a particular united states specimen, be it man or woman. how does a culture come to champion un-education and home-distilled alcohol, a speedy escape in a fast motor vehicle and an employment philosophy succinctly surmised by “take this job and shove it?” from whence does the twang of dueling banjoes, porcine tinged buggery, and fucking whatever family member is available hail? what inheritance lurks amongst the shallow gene pool of adults playing dress-up in their bed sheets, the frying of twinkies and the monosyllabic monotony of “good old boys?” before america acquired her stars and bars she welcomed the dregs of england as a penal colony and with it all that crime has to offer.

“someday the mountain might get ’em but the law never will.”

“i hope neil young will remember a southern man don’t need him around anyhow.”

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