I have been angry at my country for electing this man, angry at my neighbors who support him, angry at the wealthy who sacrificed our country and its goodness for tax breaks, angry at the coal miners who believed his promises.
My fury has been bottomless. I drink my morning coffee from a cup that says, "I hate to wake up when Donald Trump is President. But a day with my daughter, communing with the angry and the aggrieved, seemed a good way to try. After the march, Katherine and I hit the road in the late afternoon, feeling good; we had done our part to express our outrage. We were about 90 minutes south of D. I assumed I had blown a tire and headed toward the nearest exit.
The popping was followed by screeching — were we now driving on metal? Luckily, there was a gas station right off the exit. Before I could do anything but park my gray Prius, a man rushed over. Before I could say much he started surveying the situation. He didn't so much offer to help us as get right to work. It turned out that I hadn't blown a tire; a huge piece of plastic under the front bumper had come loose, causing the screeching as it scraped along the road.
After determining that he couldn't cut the plastic off, he ran over to his car to grab some zip ties so that he could secure the piece back in place. He did all of this so quickly that I didn't have time to grab the prominent RESIST sticker on the side of my car, which suddenly felt needlessly alienating. As this man lay on the ground under my car with his miracle zip ties, I asked if he thought they would hold for four more hours of driving.
You can solve almost any car problem. You'll get home safe," he said, turning to his teenage son standing nearby. Want more of our free, weekly newsletters in your inbox? Our encounter changed the day for me. While I tried to dive back into my liberal podcast, my mind kept being pulled back to the gas station.
I couldn't stop thinking about the man who called himself a "redneck" who came to our rescue. But for a moment, we were just two people and the exchange was kindness his and gratitude mine. A veritable gumbo of indigenous ingenuity, this deliciously distinct dialect rolls off the tongue like drool in the presence of a barbecue sandwich. This practical, portable A-to-Z crash course will have you laughing and learning your way to flawless southern slang.
Picking up Redneck and this book has never been easier. Keep Reading. Lemme asthma wife. The supervisor told him he was expected to paint two miles of highway a day, and the man started work the next day. The first day the man painted four miles. The supervisor thought, "Great. He said, "Is there a problem? An injury? Some reason you keep painting less and less highway? A young man from Texas walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a drink. The bartender replies, "You got any ID?
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One day, Sven and Ole were hunting, and suddenly a man came running out of the bushes yelling, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I'm not a deer!
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