Actually I admit it makes me a little bit ill. I have just had to move a garbage can slightly closer to my desk for fear my stomach will suddenly reverse course and upchuck the strawberry banana smoothie I had for lunch.
Being born in that mentally disturbed corner of the world is a thing I have long since considered one of my great weaknesses and I take some pride in climbing out of it.
As to your reply,
I was out of toilet paper and happened to have a confederate flag so at least I can say those colors have saved me once, although I cannot say they didn't have some runs.
The tea so sweet a straw would stand up is a fond memory for me too. Watching all those diabetic rednecks drawling out their last death rattle laying in a puddle of urine at a Nascar rally from choking it down is another.
I remember fondly those parasites from catching, killing, and cooking one's own food. Ahhh, the tapeworms and blood infections.
So too, the joys and nostalgia I feel thinking of the trips to church on Sunday and knowing all the preachers still had the smell of semen on their breath when they'd pass the communal wine down the way and I'd get a hint of salty-backwash.
It was a great time under the enforced brain-washing conformity all wrapped up in the goodygoody Christ-love but only so long as you're not gay. Those were grand moments in my life, particularly hearing the street-corner preachers shrieking about the federal government coming to abort everyone's babies.
I do remember all that sweating and bleeding. It was a fantastic time, laying on your back in the hot noon-day sun, watching latinos, blacks, and other immigrants sweat and bleed for that brain-damaged image of a South un-tarnished by amoral folk.
Now, we have the Tea Party! Another beautiful expression of Southern intellect here to save us from them muslim presidential terror babies wantin' to tax our earnings to send grandma in front of a death panel.