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April 12, 2008

Barack, Barack, Barack... did you think no one would notice?

. . . they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment. . . .

The condescension is breathtaking.

Actually, I suspect that Snobama never gave it a thought at all. That, I suppose, is what comes of being a liberal elitist; it's second nature. It's not as if upper-class leftists could be expected to think any different:

They are things that I think in a liberal world sound totally normal, and outside of that world I don’t know that he appreciates how it sounds.

No kidding? And they think the South is insulated.

The Democrat primary campaigns are coming here to North Carolina. I can't wait to hear what Obama thinks about us.

If he wants to get in touch with the people, maybe after a night working on the backbone of the Internet, I could offer to fry him up a mess o' possum or squirrel, and we could sit around on the porch picking our remaining teeth, playing banjos, whittling and spitting, while making passes at our cousins and firing shotguns at any small animals or foreigners that happen to wander by.

'Cause, y'know, that's just how we roll in the small-town South.

Posted by Russ at 02:54 PM, April 12, 2008 in Politics

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