What A Redneck Ain't


Most folk out there, sittin on their high and mighty social horse feel that they can group folks they see as uncultured or undesireable as rednecks. This shows their lack of knowledge and ignorance.
For example, these people interchange characteristics of white trash and rednecks. I will admit that it might be possible for a redenck to be also white trash, but this is not to be taken for granted. And some characteristics are attributed to rednecks that no longer apply or might have never applied. I will attempt to rectify this.

1. White trash, or more correctly, trailer-trash live in trailers...not rednecks. We more commonly inhabit run-down, partially constructed homes or log cabins.

2. Rednecks are not lazy, incompitent, laggards. Those incorrectly grouped with us that do fit this description are more commonly called "welfare-trash". It must be noted that being on welfare does not automatically make one trash, merely down and out and nothing to be ashamed of. Rednecks and white-trash are the folks that built this country (and that AINT figurative).

3. The inbred stereo-type is old and over used and can no longer be considered humorous or accurate. Those that use this description have confused us with "European Blue-Bloods"(now there's some trees that never branched! They didn't call each other cousin for the hell of it!!!)

4. Rednecks are not stupid. In the bountiful ignorance of most city folk, they have confused ignorance with stupidity and proven my point themselves. There are old rednecks in these hills that never went past the second grade that have more knowledge in the head than most of those acedimic boobs that profess to be "educated". Once had some of these fellers poken fun at me for miss using an economic term, but when I asked them a question, damned if any one of'em knew how much hardener to add to a golf ball sized helpin of body puddy!! Guess they must'a just been stupid?? hehe

5. Hell yea we like to drink beer, but excuse us if we don't waste our hard earned money on scotch and brandy to just piss it away!


A Texan Moves North
A Texan Moves North

Jan. 10 - It's 5:30 pm. It's starting to snow. The first of the season and the first we've seen in years. The wife and I took our hot buttered rums and sat by the picture window, watching the soft flakes drift down, clinging to the trees and covering the ground.

Jan. 11 - We awoke to a lovely blanket of crystal white snow coverin the landscape. What a fantastic sight! Every tree and shrub was covered with a beautiful white mantle. Ah shoveled snow for the first time in years and loved it. Ah did both the driveway and the sidewalk. Later, a city snowplow came along and accidentally covered up our driveway with compacted snow from the street. The driver smiled and waved. Ah walked back and shoveled again.

Jan. 12 - It snowed an additional 5 inches last night and the temperature had dropped to around 11 degrees. Several limbs on the trees and shrubs snapped due to the weight of the snow. Ah shoveled the driveway again. Shortly afterwards, the snowplow came by and pulled his trick again. Now the snow is a kind of nasty brownish-grey.

Jan. 13 - It warmed up enough durin the day to create some slush which soon became ice when the temperature dropped again. Bought snow tires for both cars. Fell on my ass in the driveway. $145.00 to the chiropractor, but nothin was broken. More snow and ice expected.

Jan. 14 - Still cold as hell. Sold wife's car and bought 4x4 in order to get her to work. Slid into the guardrail anyway and did considerable damage to the right rear quarter panel. Had another 8 inches of that white shit last night. Both vehicles are covered in salt and crud. More shovelin for me today, that goddamn snowplow came twice!

Jan. 15 - It's 2 fuckin degrees outside, more fucking snow! Not a tree or shrub on our property that hasn't been damaged. Power was off most of the night. Tried to keep from freezin to death with candles and a kerosene heater, which tipped over and nearly burned the fuckin house down. Ah managed to put the flames out, but Ah suffered 2nd degree burns on mah hands and Ah lost all of mah eyelashes and eyebrows. The car slid off the road on the way to the emergency room and was totaled.

Jan. 16 - Goddamned motherfuckin white shit keeps coming down. Have to put on all the clothes we own just to get to the fuckin mailbox. If Ah ever catch that son-of-a-bitch that drives that snowplow, Ah'll chew open his chest and rip his heart out. Ah am convinced the son-of-a-bitch hides around the corner and waits till Ah am through shovelin the drive and walk. Power is still off. Toilet is froze up, and the roof is starting to cave in several places.

Jan. 17 - Six goddamned more fuckin inches of that fuckin snow and that fuckin sleet and fuckin ice and no tellin what other kind of white fuckin shit fell last night. Ah wounded the fucking snowplow asshole with an ice ax, but the son-of-a-bitch got away. Mah wife has left me. Car won't start. Ah think Ah'm going snow-blind. Ah cain't feel mah toes anymore. Haven't seen the sun in weeks. More of the white shit is predicted. Wind chill is 32 degrees below zero.

AND AH AM MOVING MY ASS BACK TO TEXAS!!!


More than a few you know your a RedNeck if.


The Redneck Night Before Christmas


E. J. Sullivan (1996)

It was the night before Christmas, when all through the trailer park
Not a pop-top was poppin', not even Ole Blue barked.
Our stockin's was hung over the space heater with care,
In hopes Santy would fill 'em with Viennas and beer.

The kids was asleep in their NASCAR pjs,
Dreamin' of Goo Goo Clusters, Moon Pies, and RC's.
And Earlene in her curlers and me in my John Deere cap,
Had just settled into our La-Z-Boys for Wheel of Fortune and a nap.

Then out in the vacant lot I heard such a commotion
I thought it was neighbor Clyde, finally got his T-bird in motion.
I heaved out of my recliner and to the window I flew,
Busted out the screen and hollered for Blue.

The moon was shinin' down on my old wrecked cars
So bright they was sparklin' like rusty old stars.
And I couldn't believe my own hardworkin' eyes
When a jacked-up Ford pickup come flyin' through the sky!

Faster'n Ole Ironhead his possums they came
And he whooped and hollered and called 'em by name:
"Git up Sooner! Hi Duke! Move yer tails Yaller and Spud!
On Blackie! On Queenie! You mind me Duchess and Bud!

To the top of the satellite dish! To the top of the shed!
Now move it! Step on it! Y'all get out of the lead!"

You know how, on our road, when a car goes by,
There's all this dirt flies up into the sky?
That's how this crew went straight on up to my roof
With that pickup full of toys, a real nice gun rack, and Redneck Santa too.

Then 'fore I could pop my teeth in I heard up on the tin
The scrabbling around of them flying possums of his'n.
I yanked my head back in the trailer and hitched up my shorts ...
Down the dryer vent Redneck Santa came with a grunt and a snort!

He was dressed in red-and-green camo from his neck to his feet
And I had to give him credit + he still had most of his teeth.
Looked like stuff from Earlene's yard sale slung on his back +
There was flyswatters and Tupperware an' 8-tracks stickin' out of his pack.

His eyes took in our humble home:
The furniture we bought on layaway in town ...
Earlene's pride, that Elvis on velvet ...
My collections of barbed wire ... and license plates made by relatives.

I coulda' swore I even saw a glistening tear
When his eye fell on sweet Earlene, a snorin' in her chair.
He kindly favored Hank, Jr., with a big round belly
That shook when he laughed like a blob of K-Y jelly.

Yep, he was fat all right, blocked out our whole large-screen TV,
And I had to laugh when I saw him, 'cause he looked just like me!

When he winked his eye I knew fer sure he'd treat us right +
Why, he might even leave me some ammo tonight!
I stood there dreamin' of whitetail while I watched him work,
Then he stopped and, like a real man, let out a fart and a burp.

He topped off our stockin's with Moon Pies and bottle rockets,
Then squoze up that dryer vent like Spam in your pocket.
He jumped in his pickup, laid down on the horn + I'm not lyin'!
And they took off like white lightnin' with their possum tails flyin'.

But I heard him holler as he headed for the 7-11 ...
"Merry Christmas to all, and may all rednecks go to heaven!"




A Redneck Christmas (second version)

'Twas the night before Christmas And all through the trailer
Not a creature was stirrin' 'Cept a redneck named Taylor.
His first name was Bubba, Joe was his middle,
And a-runnin' down his chin Was a trickle of spittle.
His socks, they were hung by the chimney with care,
And therefore there was a foul stench in the air.

That Bubba got scared And rousted the boys.
There was Rufus, 12; Jim Bob was 11;
Dud goin' on 10; Otis was 7.
John, George and Chucky Were 5,4, and 3:
The twins were both girls So they let them be.

They jumped in their overalls, No need for a shirt,
Threw a hat on each head, Then turned with a jerk.
They ran to the gun rack That hung on the wall.
There were 17 shotguns; They grabbed them all.

Bubba said to the young'uns, "Now hesh up ya'll!
The last thing we wanna do Is wake up yer Maw."
Maw was expecting And needed her sleep,
So out they crept out the door Without making a peep.

They all looked around, and then they all spit.
The young'uns asked Bubba, "Paw, what is it?"
Bubba just stared; He could not say a word.
This was just like all of The stories he'd heard.

It was Santy Claus on the roof, Darn tootin'
But the boys didn't know; They was about to start shootin'!
They aimed their shotguns and nearly made a mistake
That would have resulted in venison steak.
Bubba hollered out, "Don't shoot, boys!"
That's Santy Claus And he's brought us some toys.

The dogs were a-barkin' And a-raisin' cain,
And Bubba whistled, and shouted, And called them by name.
"Down, Spot! Shut up Bullet! Quiet, Pete and Roscoe!
Git, Turnip and Tater and Sam and Bosco!"

"Git down from that porch! Git down off that wall!
Quit shakin the trailer, Or you'll make Santy fall!"
The dogs kept a-barkin' And wouldn't shut up,
And they trampled poor Pete Who was only a pup.

Santy opened his bag, And threw out some toys.
Bubba got most, But left a few for the boys.
Since the guns had been dropped He just might not die.

He jumped in his sleigh, Told his reindeer to hurry.
The trailer started to wobble Santa started to worry.
Just as the reindeer Got into the air,
The trailer collapsed, But Bubba didn't care.

He was busy lookin' At all his new toys.
Then a thought hit him, And he said to the boys:
"Go check on yer Maw, Make sure she's all right.
That roof fallin' on her Could-a hurt just a might."

But Maw was OK, And the girls were too.
They fixed up the trailer; It looked good as new.
And as for Bubba, He liked Old St. Nick,
But Santa thought Bubba Was a pure-in-tee hick!

Bubba had a nice Christmas, And the boys did, too.
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