To these people, stock-car racing represents all that's unsavory about red-state America: fossil-fuel bingeing; lust for violence; racial segregation; run-away Republicanism; anti-intellectualism (how much brain matter is required to go fast and turn left, ad infinitum?); the corn-pone memes of God and guns and guts; crass corporatization; Toby Keith anthems; and, of course, exquisitely bad fashion sense.Excuse me a minute, folks...Brandeen, puts another possum on the grill, they's gonna be company later...as I was saying...wait, is that Lee Greenwood? Hot damn, turn it up...this kind of stereotyping...there's a lunch special at Luby's? Shucks, what are we waiting for? I reckon we best gets going...I'll get back to you later...
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Run For Your Lives! It's The NASCAR Rednecks!
For the record, count me among those who just absolutely do not enjoy auto racing. That doesn't mean I don't understand its appeal to others. In fact, given the choice of attending a NASCAR race, or a ballet or dance performance, I'll be out at the track in a jiffy. The editors of the New York Times, though, have never met a red-stater they couldn't condescend to. The Instapundit links to a review that drips with contempt for the racing hordes. The author, of course, carefully suggests these feelings belong to nameless others, but who's falling for that? Consider: