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Originally Posted by ebacon
Empathy seems to be a thing that divides us. Here is a story that might help bind rednecks and gays. If a lesson is to be learned it is for the meanest of the rednecks. White Trash.
A farm hand and I were enjoying an early Detroit Hoedown. While the music played we discussed the Two Step dance and that while I had sang along with words I did not know how to dance it. He said that he would show me and we walked over to an open spot and did the Two Step.
We were two innocent farm hands trying to hand down a little tradition. Sure enough a piece of white trash saw us dancing together and yelled, "Look at them homos!"
He struck us with a glancing blow and was quickly hauled away by security.
The moral of the story is this - bromance is real. Rednecks know it.
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A redneck like the one you described can never deal with anything outside the accepted norm, back home in Buzzards Beak. The loudmouthed cornpone was probably a self-loathing closeted gay himself. I grew up in the country too. There is nothing you can tell me about those guys, that I don't already know. The most important thing in the world to those guys is proving there is nothing "weak" or "deviant" about them. They, more than anyone else, go through life making damn sure they fit the gun totin', he-man, Rooster Cogburn image, rather than just be themselves, instead going through life repressively constrained by peer pressure.
In short, they're full o' shit. There's a reason why I left and never went back.
I hate phoniness.
Dave