If you’ve ever looked down your nose at a Southerner — well, what goes around comes around.
I won’t lie. I know I’m a terrible person for saying this…
I’m deriving no small amount of joy in watching the racially motivated civic unrest in America. Mostly I say this because all of it seems to be occurring above the Mason-Dixon line.
Not Daryl Dixon you schmuck.
I was born and raised and lived my entire life in what basically lay below the line denoted by the Missouri Compromise…for the historically illiterate, that means “The South.” Yep. The drawlin’, ‘baccy chawin, cousin humping, KKK lovin, barefoot, poor, ignorant South. It often shocks people when I tell them that I’m a Southerner since I don’t have a heavy accent, use big words, and am not racist, homophobic, Republican, or even an Evangelical Protestant.
I’m actually a bisexual, transgender, former Catholic, Progressive, egalitarian from the DEEP South. Like there are parts of the South that I’m scared to go because…
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