Not long past I saw
a link on “Facebook” to watch a video called “Redneck Pride”, With an idea in
mind. I clicked on it.
It was a litany of
monster trucks slinging mud, obese women in spandex, rotten teeth and mobile
homes with junk cars in the yard. The video was a hog sloppin “yee-haw” of offensive, stereotypical garbage that
many ethnic and or racial groups would have been up in arms about had their “ilk”
been drug through the mud (no pun
intended) in such a way
You see, for a
brief moment I had thought that when I clicked on that link there would be a
tribute to someone or something like my stepfather.
I had in my mind’s
eye a man as self sufficient as any on earth, a hunter, fisher, planter,
mechanic, carpenter, musician, patriot, dutiful father, husband, son, in other
words a true renaissance man.

I was naïve or
maybe just hopeful enough that they might show someone building a cabin with
their own bare hands as the wife carries, cleans and organizes; just the two of
them alone on a mountain top toiling in the grace of God for a future they
believe in.
I mistakenly
thought that maybe for once a vertebra in the backbone of America might be
honored for the core of life that it is rather than some stale joke that is
told over and over until many believe that it’s true.
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