Get To Know Southern White Male (the author is clueless)

Times Record Online ^ | November 10, 2003 | John Brummett

[freedox]

"He lives for duck season, for which he keeps a heated blind accessible only by boat......."

Only citified pansies have heated duck blinds.

[Kirkwood]

I found the column to be highly racist. Wonder if he's friend's with Michael Moore?

[Paul Atreides]

The author claims to be from the south but knows nothing about southern men.

That type is about the only ones anyone in the media will talk to about the South.

[Bogey78O]

I wonder how he'll typecast Louisianians since we got the most flavor of all the other Southerners.

[Flux Capacitor]

Let these leftist schumcks demonize the Southern White Male all they like. They'll only push them even farther out of the Democrat column then they already have.... and in the end, they (the leftists) can't win presidential elections without the South.

Meanwhile, this Southern White Male Republican is gonna be laughing all the way to the voting booth.

-Dan

[steplock]

John Brummett is a columnist and reporter for Stephens media group’s Arkansas news bureau in little rock. E-mail: jbrummett@Arkansasnews.com

The Stephens Group - remember that name well - clinton's payola to Wesley Clark resides there.

The Stephens Group - the new name for the Dixie Mafia

[Devil_Anse]

"boorishness"

Once they got out of college, there was not a tiny smidgen of boorishness in any southern man I've ever known.

"Suspicious" of blacks? Southern men (I guess we're talking about white men here, though the author presumptuously ignores the southern black man), and for that matter, southern women, were not the slightest bit suspicious of black men and women, before other people interfered with the relationship, for better or for worse. There was not suspicion btw southern blacks and whites back then--there was, in fact, a strange closeness, and a very deep understanding of one another, for better or for worse.

[Lauratealeaf]

There was not suspicion btw southern blacks and whites back then--there was, in fact, a strange closeness, and a very deep understanding of one another, for better or for worse.

That is so true. My own grandfather had a black man named Charlie who worked for him at his drycleaning business and Charlie was always the one that my brothers, sister and I wanted to see when we would go to visit. He was a very good man and one of the pall-bearers when my grandfather died.

[Lauratealeaf]

It's like they are a mixture of a little southern magnolia, a little Tennessee hillbilly and a lot of Texas cowpoke.

Well, that's how it looks to us anyway. :-)

You've hit the nail on the head. Many of us have horses. I grew up riding in the rodeo. That's more Texas than Georgia.

[LadyPilgrim]

Good morning, Lauratealeaf!
When MrPilgrim and I would go visit my family in Ft. Smith, there would be the rodeo, with all the pagentry and such. So every year we tried to plan on that same time.
He wanted to see the horses and the riders.
I think he is a cowboy somewhere underneath all his southerness!
I use to ride also. Would love to do that again. But don't have much chance to do those kinds of things any more.
We have horses and lots of land around here but the opportunity hasn't presented itself!
If you know what I mean.

But the author of this diatribe isn't the Southern man I know.
He hasn't been to the same places, talked with the same people and probably wouldn't want to go there anyway.

There is a love of the land in the South that can't be matched any where in the universe.

Southern men love the place of their birth. It's like they are attached to the smell and feel of the place.

In the south, it's the smell of the magnolia, the atmosphere in the stockyards, the aroma of Cajon cooking, the waves of salt water, the taste of turnip greens and cornbread, and vidalia onions, tomatoes, and the looks on the faces of everyone on Decoration Day as they greet family. And have dinner, "on the grounds".

It's my Grandaddy hunting until the wee hours of the morning with his "fox hounds". It's my uncle bringing squirrels home for my Aunt to fry up. My Grandaddy loved that!

The other folks in our vast country can't think they have it better. It's just different.

The men love their women, and us women know this!
Southern folks are kind and tough at the same time.
I love the South and everything about it.
I'm a Southern Belle, and don't mind the title!