Let me tell you how "rednecky" it is where I live. I have recently noticed how many backwoods, in-bred, gun rack type, dixieland characters are actually living within the greater Janesville vicinity. Now, I usually don't care if someone wants to let other people know just how much of an idiot they really are by choosing sides for the brand of pick-up truck they drive by having a sticker of a little person pissing on that brand's logo. I find it actually humorous since, those people pretty much have not left that high school mentality behind, say some twenty years ago where it should be. No, I am talking about the type of person who has the word "redneck" on the back window of the pick-up, but that's not the worst part. The worst part is that the word is actually cut out in the colors of the confederate flag. I ask you good thinking people, "why?"

This past Saturday, my wife asked me if we could all go out to lunch somewhere? I agreed, that would be alright. So, we packed up my trusty steed (rednecky comment maybe) to look for sustenance. As we were on our way to Perkins, we came up to a stop light. In front of me was this overgrown Dodge pickup with "Dale" stickers all over it. Now, that usually grinds at me. Remembering some dead and gone Nascar driver is a bit strange for those of us who would rather spend our time and money on something more intelligent, say bullfights in Ecuador. As I was sitting there waiting for the light to change, I notice that hanging from this already jacked up truck was something you just don't see everyday. Hanging from underneath the trailer hitch was a flesh colored resemblance of the male genitalia, uh, known as the balls and sack. Now, I had to do a triple take and actually focus on what my eyes thought they saw. Yes, that was actually what my eyes were looking at. Ok, first of all, "why?" Why let people know that you have "balls?" Uh, is that not assumed for you pal? OR, are you trying to say that your over-bloated truck is actually compensating for your small unit? What is the message this sex toy abuser is actually trying to say to the driving public at large? Frankly, I am not sure I want to actually know anyone who prides themselves with hanging a facsimile of what all males are afraid to have kicked or violently twisted underneath their overpriced gas sucker (I have one too...uh, that gas sucker pervert).

Are people that desperate for attention? I must live in the most rednecky city in Wisconsin. See, because it's not just him. I see all sorts of imagery that makes me believe I live in the deep south when the north was battling the south. Maybe I am too much of a "yankee" to actually buy into this crap of juvenile laziness and enabling. I don't want to encourage people even more to live out their days as racist, or ball hanging idiots who want to tell me just how "badass" they are. Come on. A real badass would not advertise it. They would kick the shit out of you first, then buy you a beer or a Guiness if they are Irish! More later...