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The people that really burn my ass are the yuppies or city slickers that say, they hate Tennessee or any Southern state for that matter. They have no clue about us or anything else. They call us fly over states. Well good, you just keep flyin’ over us because we don’t want your kind here, you smell up the air with your stench.
Â You call us hillbillies, dumb hicks, country bumpkins, and rednecks. If we were to stop being what we are and who we are all ya’ll would starve to death. Where do you think most of the food you get from the grocery store comes from? Could it be those fly over states that you hate so much. If it was not for all the rednecks, hillbillies, and country bumpkins farming, raisin’ cattle, and other livestock you would starve.
We are the folks that built this country with our blood, sweat, and tears. So the next time you go to the store to get a gallon of milk or a loaf of bread, think about the folks that got up at 3:00 a. m. to milk the cows or harvest the grain. And if you still don’t get it, you probably never will. So I just have one more thing to say to you, Kiss My Country Ass!
I wanted this place for all the folks that are put down, talked about, and belittled just because we’re from the South.
This place is for all the folks that just get sick and tired of hearen it. A place were we won’t be put down for lovin’ where we came from, how we grew up and what we believe in. This place is for old friends and new ones. A place where you can be yourself includin’ typos and bad grammar. Some place we can talk about farmin’, fishin’, huntin’, and all the fun stuff in life.
And one more thing, if the yuppies and city people don’t like it (ya know the ones that think eggs and steak come from a grocery store) they can kiss my country ass..