I'm driving to work... and what do I see? A white man in a pick up truck... in Georgia...with a damn confederate flag...waving all over the damn place! The flag is so big it seems like the red neck is trying to say "Yeah! Ya god darn right I got this big ol flag waving tall and proud! I'm a rebel!" ....Something about it bothered me. What bothered me more is that I was actually bothered by it.
This dude has his rights! He can paint his whole damn car the colors of the confederate flag right? He can have a front plate that says Lynchville and a back plate number that reads NI993R .....Why should I care?!?!? .... I'm not exactly sure...I just know that I do. BUT...I bet ya $2 that Billy Ray wouldn't go anywhere NEAR Atlanta with that damn thing on his car! It's cause we live in the sticks he feels he can be bold!
If I see him on the road again, I'll be sure to stare him down and when we make eye contact, I'll stick my tongue out and accelerate really fast and haul ass outta there! I'm bold. Not dumb. .....AND I have seen that movie "A Time to Kill". Billy Ray ain't throwing ME over no bridge!
