Actually, the rednecks are here and everywhere. Let me say, I'm not a big fan of these people. That's putting it mildly. Need I describe them? You know who I mean.
This seems to be the time of year when they come out of the woodwork. Here in Indiana, as the weather gets nice, the motorcyclists are out in full force. I hate the noise cycles make. Then there's the Indianapolis 500 fans, the majority of which are rednecks. Interview them or a typical Pacer fan (big news as they face the Miami Heat), and it's an ignorant, fat, slob man or woman saying, "we was excited", or some such grammatical misuse. It sickens me to look at and listen to these "idgits".
Sure, I wanted to know what was happening in Moore, OK. But what I didn't want to hear was all the religious platitudes spewing forth from those being interviewed: saved, prayed, blessed, thank God, etc., etc. I just want to scream (and often do)! God saved you but wasn't responsible for the tornado and children deaths? Get real.
There. I feel better.