Yip! We’ze all tobaccy-chewin’ white men a-living in the hollers of Wes’ Virginny and hopin’ the Yankees don’ win this here war and somebody he’ps us with the cotton crop this year. Gotta go now, Marsh Krugman, mah wife jus’ give birth to our second two-headed young’un in the Lower 40. Here’s hopin’ The Donald’ll be the next prizedent and help share’n his corn seed with us’n. Bless yer heart!