Cracker Commentary
The most basic question is not what is best but who shall decide what is best. - Thomas Sowell
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 Monday, November 25, 2002Slander! Well, I s’wannee! I’ve been slandered by another Cracker. Acidman should check his facts before even suggesting that I might be a... well, in polite society we say, "Damyankee." He even questions my right to call myself a Cracker. I know, as he does, that to rate the title, one must have been born in Georgia or Florida. I looked it up and only those two states qualify. As for his "Flori-dumb" remark, a careful review of news stories about the last two elections will show the ballot comprehension problems were centered on the Dumbocratic strongholds of Dade, Broward and Palm Beach counties, where there are no Crackers, only immigrants from the North and the Caribbean. (Actually, there are Crackers in western PBC, but that’s a different universe from Worth Avenue.) My credentials: I was born in Jacksonville and am well acquainted with the St. Johns River, the golden isles and the Okeefenokee Swamp. For more than half a century, except for a brief time in the Navy, I have lived in Northeast and Central Florida. The lady who just left here for the mall is the same Cracker from Lakeland I took to Savannah for a honeymoon thirty years ago. Crackerhood is not just where you sprout, its your roots, too. My Dad was born in the same building I was (it was newer then) and Mom is from Mayday, Georgia, where her father was school superintendent about ninety years ago. Her mother grew up on water-ground grits from the mill at Deepstep, and I think Grandpap’s Place is still there, with the kitchen out back and the well you hoist bucketfuls of water from. Gramma Murray was born in the kitchen of Governor Drew’s mansion on the bank of the Suwannee River thirty years after her grandpa fought at the Battle of Olustee, sending the Yankees back to Jacksonville. I am a Cracker. Now that that is settled, I am adding Gut Rumbles to my blogroll, not because Acidman said I should but because it belongs there. Be aware though, as his name implies, he is proud of his vitriol and has things to say that a lot of people don’t want to admit they need to hear. Unfortunately, those people won’t be going there. We don’t agree on everything, but if we did, the world wouldn’t need both of us. WWJDrive Brock Yates writes about the causes Jesus gets his name attached to (link via Instapundit.) Reminds me of several years back when there was a bar in Jacksonville called The Happy Buddha. The name brought a lot of criticism (even in that insensitive time) but without effect until a letter to the editor in the Times Union suggested calling it The Jolly Jesus. The point was taken. As far as what Jesus drives, I'd say from the amount of attention it's getting, the campaign is a success, so far.
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