I have an idea for a screen play. It starts with Bill Maher driving down in the deep South late at night and his car quits. He starts walking toward a lighted house. He eventually gets to the door and knocks for some help as his cell phone has no signal. Now the hilarity ensues. They invite him in and they immediately recognize him and then they commence to reenact every disgusting scene out of “Deliverance” they can until Maher dies from anal rape. The End.
Actually, a better screenplay would be that my peeps here in Alabama wouldn’t know who he is, (probably true) fix his car, feed him a good country meal, and send him on his way.
Your post was the same stereotype that Maher used. Obviously you are not from the deep south.
I have an idea for a screen play. It starts with Bill Maher driving down in the deep South late at night and his car quits. He starts walking toward a lighted house. He eventually gets to the door and knocks for some help as his cell phone has no signal. Now the hilarity ensues. They invite him in and they immediately recognize him and then they commence to reenact every disgusting scene out of “Deliverance” they can until Maher dies from anal rape. The End. Alternately, after inviting him in to the house, the courteous, kind Southern folks treat him with the authentic hospitality known well in that region. While waiting for a wrecker to get his car, they share the Gospel of Jesus Christ as they dine on the satisfying comfort food fare famed in Dixie.
Bill Maher, so overcome by the genuine generosity and love of people he thought to be his "toothless" enemies, repents and is baptized for the remission of sins by a Mississippi preacher. He leaves his atheistic liberal lifestyle behind and becomes a new champion for Christian Conservatism.
That's the real Mississippi and the power of Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
