Gotta love South Carolina. It’s the South’s version of the crazy uncle who shows up at family reunions and starts spouting off about how the Jews are controlling the banks and the “darkies” all work for the Jews.

South Carolina’s entire existence is meant to make Georgia look sane in comparison.

Serious question: You know how some diehards south of the Mason-Dixon Line always talk about how “the South’s gonna rise again?”

What I want to know is—when did they rise the FIRST time? I mean, didn’t they get their asses kicked back about 150 years ago? Even before then, weren’t they dependent on slave labor producing their agricultural products and northern industries (i.e., textile mills in New England) buying those products?

(Apologies to the southerners reading this…but you know I don’t mean you fine folks. And it’s not like Chicago hasn’t been a rancid racist cesspool for much of its existence, but man oh manimal, we’ve generally learned not to be PROUD of our neanderthal racist politicians.)

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Has Palin, by happy chance, stumbled on the least repugnant candidate in this primary race?

Well, her ‘endorse Party-approved candidates, preferably with healthy leads’ strategy was bound to make it so eventually…

@ Allan—I saw that and left a reply at Steve’s joint. Strange could probably address the Erickson angle better than I…

Knott’s bizarre explanation can be found here:

“I apologize to those who misinterpreted my characterization of Ms. Haley and Mr. Obama as ‘Ragheady Ann’ and ‘Ragheady Andy’...and I wish y’all would unbunch your flying carpets, climb down off your high-humps and learn to take a little friendly, down-home, good-old-boy race-baiting like civilized White Men.

“I have nothing but respect for the Muslo-Hindoonian people, as long as they don’t hang out at the Grange Hall with their big-ass, billowy Hammer-pants and scimitars and what-not, performing rope tricks and selling those cheap little genie-lamps without a permit.

“I assure you that the slur I used was unintended. The slur I wanted to use is much worse, but there were ladies present.”

Mmmmm, Moons Over My Bigoted Imbecile.

Lived in SC for a while a few years back, and my very first day on the job, a coworker turned to me and said “Y’know what the problem with black people is? They just don’t wanna work.” Apropos of what, I couldn’t tell you.

I know we’re supposed to be respectful of cracker-ass crackers lest our derision cause them to vote against their economic interests or whatever, but the South is, if anything, even worse than Northeastern elitists joke about it being. The viciousness lurking beneath that politesse is astonishing.

Oh, then I met a black dude wearing a Rebel Flag trucker cap and said fuck it, the weather here ain’t nice enough to balance out all the headaches I’m guaranteed to have.

what’s wrong with grits?

what’s wrong with grits?

perhaps the question should be “what’s right with grits?”

@ merl—nothin’ atall in my book; I love grits, especially cheese grits. But I’m betting Knotts is even more devoted to them than I am.

“I’d like to take this opportunity to apologize to any ragheads who might have been offended by my remark.  I would also like to apologize in advance for my upcoming remarks involving kikes, beaners, wops, polacks, gooks, chinks, and jungle bunnies.

“Say, that reminds me of a joke.  A wop, a kike, and a jungle bunny walk into a bar . . . ”

Let’s not be hatin’ on grits. Grits is soul food.