I love the Sowth.

Really. I love it. I love grits and cornbread and peas with black eyes and fried green tomatoes and the accent that trips me out. The live oaks and beaches and palms.
I do not much care for its ignorance, though. Sorry folks. Get your gun down off of the rack in your confederate flag-clad pick-up and shoot me. But it won’t do any good. Intelligence is coming. And the Mason-Dixon line is IMAGINARY!
Sorry to burst your bubble. They didn’t teach us much about the lower states in Vancouver. My grandmother spent the winters here in Fla-Ra-Da. But I must tell you that we learned more about U.S. history in Canada than you learn here. Maybe because we’re skeered of y’all. But never in my life have I heard and seen such racial partisanship. Shed more than 13 tears over it, too. That just flew right over the heads of you good old boys, I’m certain.
Jacksonville is the “Bold New City Of The South.” What the Hell does that mean? Bold? You mean fast forwarding itself past the decades of racism and ignorant hatred? Hmmm…I wonder. I’m here to change you. One mind, one heart at a time. It’s the only logical explanation I can muster. And I ain’t just whistling dixie.

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