"from the cunt to the head is/ a Mobius strip/ that connects us to death" --Eleni Sikelianos, excerpted from "Notes Toward the Township of Cause of Trouble (Venus Cabinet Revealed)"
Saturday, November 3, 2007
In honor of the re-legalization of absinthe in NOLA---and for Joe
From the time I could walk until I graduated from high school, I spent each and every one of my summers working on my grandparents' farm.
Thus, can't nobody tell me nothin' I don't know about suckering tobacco, weaning calves, setting fox-traps to protect chickens, or weeding tomato gardens.
If such knowledge makes me a "redneck," SO BE IT.
As for me being "dumb," consider this:
I have a Master's Degree from Middle TN State U. (History); I read three newspapers each day: The Tennessean, The Wall Street Journal, Investor's Business Daily; I subscribe to some fourteen magazines, including the New Yorker, National Review, The American Conservative, The Nation, eWeek, etc; and I'm not afraid to kick anyone who champions gas-price controls in the nuts.
If I'm a "dumb redneck," I'm perhaps the most learned/well-read redneck of all time.
BTW, I thought you said you'd rather look at Dita here, anyway! Surely I have satisfied THAT desire! And she IS lovely, after all. My tits don't look half that good with tassles on them.
4 comments:
Thanks! Joe's hilarious. He's a cartoon of himself. He's so easy to pick on that it's probably slightly shameful that I do so as eagerly as I do.
But he's just about the only heckler I ever get, so I heart him.
Just so you know, it's "mon frère," not "mom frere."
In addition to being filthy and repressed, I'm a Francophone with four-stars on each and every one of my Franch-lovin' dress shirts.
You know, you never answered my question: When will you be posting pictures of yourself wearing "indie lingerie" ...?
What's the matter? Are you shy or something? (Apologies to "The Andy Griffith Show," season one.)
"He's a dumb redneck"
I chew Red Man, I admit; but ...
From the time I could walk until I graduated from high school, I spent each and every one of my summers working on my grandparents' farm.
Thus, can't nobody tell me nothin' I don't know about suckering tobacco, weaning calves, setting fox-traps to protect chickens, or weeding tomato gardens.
If such knowledge makes me a "redneck," SO BE IT.
As for me being "dumb," consider this:
I have a Master's Degree from Middle TN State U. (History); I read three newspapers each day: The Tennessean, The Wall Street Journal, Investor's Business Daily; I subscribe to some fourteen magazines, including the New Yorker, National Review, The American Conservative, The Nation, eWeek, etc; and I'm not afraid to kick anyone who champions gas-price controls in the nuts.
If I'm a "dumb redneck," I'm perhaps the most learned/well-read redneck of all time.
COME see me if you DON'T believe me ...
BTW, I thought you said you'd rather look at Dita here, anyway! Surely I have satisfied THAT desire! And she IS lovely, after all. My tits don't look half that good with tassles on them.
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