Posted on 01/13/2004 12:32:04 AM PST by JohnHuang2
Trailer trash
© 2004 WorldNetDaily.com
Does the name Jerry William Jones ring a bell with you? No? Well I'll bet those images of the scene of his crimes, his subsequent flight and eventual capture last week are probably burned into your memory.
Jones is the knuckle-dragging waste of oxygen that killed his estranged common-law wife's sister and her parents last week. He then strangled his 10-month-old baby girl, kidnapped his wife's remaining three children (two by him, one by another man) and fled. A motorist heard the Amber Alert, spotted Jones' car and radioed the police. Jones crashed during the ensuing chase, and then tried to kill himself as the police closed in. He failed. The three girls in his car are OK and have now been reunited with their mother.
Let me interrupt my chain of thought here to say how glad I am that Jerry William Jones only managed to blow off part of his jaw instead of actually ending his miserable life when the police closed in. Conviction for murder is a certainty. He will go into the Georgia prison system as a child killer ... a man who with his own bare hands strangled the life out of his 10-month-old child.
He will spend the rest of his life in prison ... and there are hardly words to express how miserable it will be for him. Even the brutal predators we keep behind bars have soft-spots for infants. This child-killer will spend the rest of his life wishing he had aimed better as the police closed in.
You were watching on television last week as this tragedy unfolded, weren't you? I know you were, and I know you saw those pictures of the crime scene shot from a helicopter. What a lovely scene it was, too. Two beat up trailers – mobile homes – surrounded by yards (if you want to call them that) full of abandoned appliances, junk, garbage and an assortment of non-functioning rusted-out old pickups and cars that would make any Clampet proud.
There was also the assortment of North Georgia law-enforcement officers speaking to reporters with their mountain drawls. One said he couldn't wait to get Jones back to Gordon County for his "chain gang." I'm also sure you didn't miss that relative of the murder victims, resplendent in his camouflage, making a statement to the media while posed in front of a bunch of rusted farm machinery, with something that looked for all the world like part of a dead animal hanging from it.
This, my friends, is the image of the South and the image of Georgia that our entire nation took home from last week's news coverage. Many Americans had their stereotyped vision of the South reinforced by these images of trailer homes, abandoned appliances, pickup trucks on blocks, ordinary people walking around in camouflage ... and chain gangs.
We don't have chain gangs in Georgia.
Believe me -- many in the New York and Washington press corps absolutely love promoting this image. After all, those ignorant, hayseed Southerners routinely vote for Republicans for president. You just can't miss a chance to make them look like illiterate, pig-wrestling fools.
The stereotype of the ignorant and backward Southerner is stronger than you might imagine. Believe it or not, in spite of the ratings success of my syndicated radio talk show, there are radio station managers and program directors who won't take the show because it originates from Atlanta, Ga. That's the South.
That means the show must be Southern, and therefore must be aimed at ignorant, camo-wearing, inbred, toothless morons who spend their days sitting on makeshift stoops outside their trailers while skinning possums and surveying their collection of old ice boxes. Just a few weeks ago, Howard Dean was expressing his amazement that Southerners actually practice their religion openly! Imagine that!
I don't' suppose it would do me any good to tell you folks that we actually have gas pumps down at Gomer's Texaco where you can stick your credit card in a slot and then start pumping gas, would it? Yes! Some Southerners can get credit cards! And if I told you that our symphony orchestra had at least two fiddles and no banjos, you probably wouldn't believe me.
So, I just know there's no way I could ever convince you that in the South you can drive up to a little machine outside your bank on a Sunday afternoon, stick a piece of plastic in a slot, and the machine will spit out some money! As if that wasn't enough, as of last year, all of Atlanta's television stations broadcast in color!
Go ahead. Have your fun. At least this morning I didn't have to scrape any ice off my pickup windshield before I drove to work, and when I get off this afternoon, I might just choose to go play some golf.
In the meantime, the Boortz Show will continue to come to you from Atlanta -- just five miles away from CNN headquarters, six miles from the facility where the good folks at the Centers for Disease Control continue to work on keeping you well, 10 miles from the huge hangars where thousands of Delta employees maintain those beautiful jets of our nation's third-largest airline, and a mere two miles from the international headquarters of Coca Cola where Coke employees continue doing whatever it was they did to make them No. 1.
And as for the way we talk? Zell Miller has made more sense in one year with his mountain twang than Ted Kennedy has made with his Yankee accent in the last 50 years -- and when we drive into a creek with our friends in the car, we make sure they get out. If it's a Camero, we'll pull it out with our teeth if we have to.
Just imagine what we could accomplish if we had some brains and lived in actual houses down here.
Actually, I support this misinformation campaign. It keeps the damn yankees from moving here.
Amen!
Aww, c'mon, you guys. We're not all liberal-nanny-state stereotypical damnyankees.
If I ever move to Dixie (like I'd like to), I won't bring damnyankee ways with me - I intend to become a Southron, myself.
Yankee by birth, Southron by temprament and attitude.
Boortz is the man....
Just damn.
If you want on the list, FReepmail me. This IS a high-volume PING list...
Exactly. Whenever I go up north and see the conditions they live in -- I just think what the hell is wrong with these people. The quality/$ of living down here is the best in the world.
Not really. I live in a HOA neighborhood. Someone just put up the ten commandments on their front lawn (probably a freeper). Its going to be coming down shortly. The neigborhood is probably 30% black, 20% white, 40% indian and 10% muslim.
Maybe so - but it's the damn yankees who keep buying up the farm land, putting up the "trailers" and renting them out to trash that keep the stereotype going.
I moved south to get away from that and now am facing the prospect of it happening with the farm across the road from me. Fortunately the locals know I'm just as opposed as they are, and don't consider me a damn yankee, even though I originatd from NYC.
If you want to convince people you're not a hayseed, start out by checking spelling. It's CAMARO. I know it's not a big thing, but Boortz is supposed to be a communications professional.
HEY you uncouth person! At least I make my boys get off the porch and pee into the bushes! Ain't you got no mo-desty?
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