So all you shotguns-and-pickups, the Enemy thinks he is too good for you god-fearing red-blooded mainstream Americans. All you truckers, plumbers, farmers, cowboys, physicists, mathematicians, philosophers, pastors, and everybody who does not agree with the Enemy, he considers them  beneath his status, and looks down upon you with snickering smirk of a possum on his face.  Do you give a hoot about it? You shouldn't. It's the Enemy who is in minority. He is out of touch. And when you decide to saddle up, the enemy will not know what hit him. You are the ultimate Tea Party. You know what it means to be Americans. The left Coast and the East Coast is infested with the Enemy, so is his high falutin' hide-out, the dang faculties of Humanities and Liberal Arts, on colleges accross America. This vermin lives off of your labor, and hates your love for your country. To that, you can proudly say, "Yes, we are Rednecks, who never run from beans and bullets." The enemy wants us to hate you, look down upon you, ridicule you, and, as he loves to say, "marginalize" you. Show me a redneck who can be marginalized and I will show you a liberal with balls.Next time he talks down to you, you can tell him, "We have it on high authority that Aristotle and Shakespear were rednecks, too. Go home to your mom before we saddle up and ride against you." If he still bugs you, tell him, "Who, Karl Marx? Wasn't he the least funny of the Groucho Brothers? Oh well." And then give him this web address, and our email address, because we know how to beat the enemy at his own game. Without wasting a single bullet. Ammo is so expensive and hard to come by these days, ain't it so?

Jokes aside, folks, you ARE America. It is folks such as you who make America what it is-the greatest nation under God that ever was, is, and will be. You are the stand-up guys,  you are the moral high ground, you are the backbone of America. You represent everything that America has always been-the land of the free and brave. If America is the best-and it is-and if you are America's best, you are, folks, the finest bunch of folks to roam the face of earth. Do not let the Enemy tell you otherwise.

Rednecks keep their necks red by working hard under the sun. The enemy keeps his neck white, and sometimes black, by not working at all, except when robbing you blind of your hard earned money. The enemy depens on you. You, on the other hand, depend on nobody but your own selves. Now if that ain't sump'n to be proud of, I don't know what is.

By the way, folks, the author of this page is a high-falutin professor, who also was a trucker once, and a plumber, and a gas station attendant, and a warehouse laborer, and a freeroaming soul on the High Plains. He should know what he is talkin' 'bout when he says, "You are the best bunch of folks I have ever had the previlege to know." So let no high falutin' chick from CNN tell you otherwise, let no clueless  MTV collegian tell you otherwise, let nobody  but your mother scold you for who you are-and against a mother, we offer no defense. But against the Enemy, we have a whole war planned for you. Saddle up and hop on anytime you feel like ridin' with good folks against the highway robbers.