THE SOUTH - LIKE IT OR WE'LL KICK YOUR A$$!

via email | Jan. 12, 2002 | Unknown

[sweetliberty]

I even love their meat loaf, and I'm not a big fan of meat loaf.

[TracyPA]

Your scrapple probably had too much filler in it...not enough meat. My husband's brother-in-law in the Poconos makes his own. Delicious!!! Nothing like pancakes and fried scrapple for breakfast!!

[hirn_man]

My mom used to always go on and on how she didn't want any "yankee" green beans. They had to be cooked till they were mushy. Crispy wouldn't cut it with her.

[sweetliberty]

My favorite recent certoon of a "know-it-all yankee in the modern south.

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[stand watie]

only the yankee-occuppied northern part.

cross the Prince William county line & you're in DIXIE!

free dixie,sw

[Constitution Day]

My wife's meatloaf is the best ever. No way theirs could beat it.

[stainlessbanner]

I found a place called the "Chuck Wagon" that makes the best CFsteak ever. p-e-r-i-o-d
Come on down and get you some!

[stainlessbanner]

LOL! That is hands down the best comic I have seen in a while!

[stand watie]

i wonder if "howie baby" has ever been gator hunting?

i'll take him and use that racebaiting,arrogant,ignorant, damnyankee creep for BAIT!

otoh, maybe not as he too serves the TRUE CAUSE of dixie LIBERTY!

free dixie,sw

[Vigilantcitizen]

"My wife's meatloaf is the best ever. No way theirs could beat it."

Wrapped in foil, shiny side out, and slowly smoked over a hickory-oak bed of coals, meat loaf can be very, very delicious. Especially ground deer meat loaf.

I'll act like I didn't see the "Cracker Barrel" admissions. :)

[Vigilantcitizen]

"Q" ping to #270.

[stainlessbanner]

HE LIVES!

[Vigilantcitizen]

Elvis is in the building.

[Ol' Sox]

An' up north, they ain't go no hush puppies, 'cept on day feet...them yankess is weird!

Lord in Heaven! Here we go again. Can't you southern folk have a nice time with each other without grumbling about yankees? Like as not, you don't even know any yankees, as the real ones are all up here.

Right now, we're busy pulling most of the lobster pots out of the water and moving the rest inshore 'cause its getting too cold to fish. We're finishing up splittin' wood and raking leaves - it was 22 degrees this morning. Its time for mending nets, reproofing jackets and pulling the Irish wool sweaters out of the winter clothes boxes. Community turkey shoots are in full swing. Deer season (archery) is almost over here in Connecticut, but shotgun season starts up in four days, so many of us spent some time at the range shooting slugs this past weekend. My good wife made a wicked good chowder on Saturday night from quahogs that the boys raked out of the flats on Saturday morning. Bone warmin' good.

We real Yankees have no reason to envy you southern folk for your weather, your food, your women or your fried cornmeal balls (what the hell are you thinking? you actually brag about cornmeal balls?). Don't confuse real Yankees with the transplanted metrosexual opportunists that have infested your lands. You should have done something about the zoning laws and voter eligibility requirements when they first started showing up - 138 years ago, when they were known as carpetbaggers.

[sweetliberty]

Got this in my email from my friend in "Jawjah".

SOUTHERN BELLES

This is for Southern Belles, Ladies who should have been Southern Belles,and those who would be Southern Belles IF they knew the rules.

Someone once noted that a Southerner can get away with the most awful kind of insult just as long as it's prefaced with the words, "Bless her heart" or "Bless his heart." As in, "Bless his heart, if they put his brain on the head of a pin, it'd roll around like a BB on a six lane highway." Or, "Bless her heart, she's so bucktoothed, she could eat an apple through a picket fence." There are also the sneakier ones: "You know, it's amazing that even though she had that baby 7 months after they were married, bless her heart, it weighed 10 pounds." As long as the heart is sufficiently blessed, the insult can't be all that bad.

I was thinking about this the other day when a friend was telling about her new transplanted Northern friend who was upset because her toddler is just beginning to talk and he has a Southern accent. My friend, who is very kind and, bless her heart, cannot do a thing about those thighs of hers, was justifiably miffed about this. After all, this woman had CHOSEN to move to the South a couple of years ago. Can you believe it?" said her friend. "A child of mine is going to be "taaaallllkkin liiiike thiiiissss.."

Now, don't get me wrong. Some of my dearest friends are from the North, bless their hearts. I welcome their perspective, their friendships and their recipes for authentic Northern Italian food. I've even gotten past their endless complaints that you can't find good bread down here. And the heathens, bless their hearts, don't like cornbread!

The ones that really gore my ox are the native Southerners who have begun to act almost embarrassed about their speech. We've already lost too much. I was raised to say "swanee," not swear, but you hardly ever hear anyone say that anymore, I swanee you don't. And I've caught myself thinking twice before saying something is "right much," "right close," or "right good" because non-natives think this is right funny indeed. I have a friend from Bawston who thinks it's hilarious when I say I've got to "carry" my daughter to the doctor or "cut off" the > > light. She also gets a giggle every time I am "fixin'" to do something. And, bless their hearts, they don't even know where "over yonder" is or what "I reckon" means!

My personal favorite was my aunt, saying, "Bless her heart, she can't help being ugly, but she could've stayed home."

To those of you who're still a little embarrassed by our Southernness: take a dose of sausage gravy 'n' grits and call me in the morning, bless your heart! And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff, bless your hearts, I hear they're fixin' to have classes on southernese as a second language!

Southern girls know bad manners when they see them:

1. Drinking straight out of a can.
2. Not sending thank you notes.
3. Velvet after February.
4. White shoes before Easter or after Labor Day.

Southern girls appreciate their natural assets:

1. Dewy skin.
2. A winning smile.
3. That unforgettable, Southern drawl.

Southern girls know their manners:

1. "Yes, ma'am."
2. "Yes, sir."

Southern girls have a distinct way with fond expressions:

1. "Y'all come back! now ya heaah,"
2. "Well, bless your heart."
3. "Drop by when you can."
4. "How's your mama?"
5. "Love your hair."
6. "Well, shut my mouth."

Southern girls don't sweat.... they glisten!

Southern girls know their summer weather report:

1. Humidity
2. Humidity
3. Humidity

Southern girls know their vacation spots:

1. The Beach
2. The Beach
3. The Beach

Southern girls know the joys of June, July, and August:

1. Swimmin
2. Summer tans
3. Wide brimmed hats
4. Mint juleps
5. Just Lollygaggin Around

Southern girls know everybody's first name:

1. Honey
2. Darlin'
3. Sugah

Southern girls know the movies that speak to their hearts:

1. "Gone With the Wind"
2. "Fried Green Tomatoes"
3. "Driving Miss Daisy"
4. "Steel Magnolias"

Southern girls know their country breakfasts:

1. Redeye gravy, thicknin white gravy, or (wiennie gravy for the diehards.)

Southern girls know their cities dripping with Southern charm:

1. Hotlanta or Adlanna =(Atlanta as outsiders say)
2. Richmon
3. Challston
4. S'vannah
5. Birminham
6. Nawlins'
7. OH! And that city in Alabama? It's pronounced MUNTGUMRY!

Southern girls know their elegant gentlemen:

1. Men in uniform.
2. Men in tuxedos.
3. Rhett Butler, of course.

Y'all know Southern girls are quick on the drawl.

Southern girls know the three deadly sins:

1. Bad hair
2. Bad manners
3. Bad blind dates

Southern girls know men may come and go, .......... but friends are fo'evah!

Now you run along, Sugah, and send this to someone else Raised In The South, i.e., Southern Belles, or ANY females aspiring to be GRITS. Even the northern ones, "Bless Their Hearts".

P.S. I personally know some Northern Wimmin who'd make "MIGHTY FINE" Southern Belles if they weren't so deeply rooted by their northern circumstances, " BLESS THEIR HEARTS "

[varina davis]

Orlando north is the South. Believe it!

Oh yes! Just visit places like Ozello, Chassahowitzka and Dixie County....

[stand watie]

a few years ago, i went to Neiman's to order a place setting (EIGHT pieces deep! my friend IS an SB!) of an old school chum's sterling for her wedding.

the nice lady in "silver & better gifts" said, "luncheon or dinner size, sugah"?

"dinner", i said.

"where in Texas should i send it?", said she, with a smile.

btw, only SBs have at least TWO deviled-egg plates-one for everyday & at least one for company!

free dixie,sw

[stand watie]

you are NOT a damnyankee, as you've stayed north.

PLEASE write to all your friends, who've moved south & invite them back.

free dixie,sw

[varina davis]

Apparently they have an exaggerated sense of importance because the people in the north could care less about the Mason-Dixon line...get over it!

We have "an exaggerated sense of importance" because we know the South was Right -- we just ran clear out of shoes, biscuits, black powder and minnie balls before the fight was over.

[thrcanbonly1]

"I donot have a gun rack in the rear window of my new Mercedes."



I do.