Rednecks and the Trailer Park Kid

I am not a redneck. I am not a redneck. I am not a redneck. Look, I've mentioned before that I was born and raised in the south. I don't know that I would be happier anywhere else but here. Of course, I've never lived anywhere else either so maybe that is somewhat of an unfair comment. I have nothing against other parts of the U.S.A but this is home. This is where I figuratively "hang my hat". But make no mistake. It is not a cowboy hat. Just because I'm from the south, Georgia, the land of Dixie, doesn't mean that I am a redneck. I don't drive a jacked up 1995 two tone four wheel drive Chevy. My truck is a two wheel drive thank you very much. I don't have a gun rack and boxes of bullets littering my vehicle, they're all put away in the house. I don't wear cowboy boots, they hurt my feet. My family never owned slaves nor traded slaves. We traded horses and were farmers. Now other than the whole slave thing, I don't see anything wrong with these other activities. I mean there is nothing wrong with chewing tobacco and killing Bambi's mom, is there? Where my dislike comes for the label "redneck" is very simple. I could give two shits what you call me, but my kids are a different story. I expect them to grow up and act like they have a fucking clue as to how to behave in a civilised society. Don't judge asshole you're no different I would hope! We all want our children to live better lives than what we have. I'm not bitching about living an unfulfilled life. I have a great life. But, we all want our children to be the best that they can be. My dad told me when I was a kid that he didn't give a damn if I grew up to dig ditches, as long as I dug the best damn ditch I could. I understand that now. There is honor in that, and while you may not give a shit about honor, I do. The point is I don't want my kids labeled with a term that would cause at least some of the world to not hold them in the highest regard. This may come off as sounding kind of snotty and by no means do I intend it to. If my son decides to be a rodeo clown, then I'll be there cheering his little red nose wearing ass all the way! If my daughter brings home the guy from the trailer park with the worst reputation, then I'll kill the mother fucker and applaud her for at least giving love a chance. I only want what is best for them. But, all this being said I have to admit, there is a Skoal can ring in my blue jeans, and a deer rifle in my bedroom, and god knows, I do love to go mud bogging and fishing. Well shit! Maybe just maybe I do have a mild sunburn around my neck. Son of a bitch. Oh well. I'll still kill the little bastard from the trailer park!