How long was I in Tennessee before I heard some flat out overt racism?

Trick question, because I was listening to it ALL THE WAY from the departure gate in Atlanta until I finally got off the plane in Knoxville.

The row behind me on the plane was having an insanely loud and drawl-filled conversation that I only heard in fits and starts in between songs on my pod and the sounds of takeoff and the "how to buckle your seat belt" movie.

Here's a sample:

[noise]

Redneck #1: ...Mexicans... should have to learn the language... bullshit... the forced me to take two spanish classes to graduate.... bullshit

Redneck #2: ...I know.... don't want to offend anyone anymore... supposedly "free" in America...

[more noise]

(and this is my favorite part - marv)

Redneck #1: ...and my granddaddy was in the Klan, and I'm proud of him... [noise] makes me nostalgic for it...

Redneck #2: ...at school they make me turn my dixie pride t-shirt inside out (this means a shirt with a confederate flag on it - marv), ...but them black fellers were allowed to wear their rap t-shirts.

At this point I turned my iPod up to brain-shatter to drown it out. Then the two rednecks went off to the bathroom together to jack off to pictures of Toby Keith.

Actually that last part didn't happen... on the flight. But I find it hard to believe that it didn't happen when they got home.

Jeezus, I hate this place. I feel like I'm trying to smuggle my parents out.

Surgery in 6 hours, so I'm going to take a nap.

Hugs & Huzzah