Foodies. I'm sure every urban area has them, but they're real pernicious here in the NYC area. People who talk about and obsess over food and restaurants all the time in a manner that makes you want to beat 'em with a clawhammer. People who have memorized their Zagats guides for the sole purpose of impressing other Foodies. People who can't simply get a hamburger and fries without using the words "quaint" and "comfort food" a dozen times. I'd like to feed 'em a cock sandwich.
Rednecks. And I'm not talking about Southern people, I mean self-admitted and proud of it rednecks. Sure, an easy target, but always one of the most loathesome groups out there, ten times as loathesome now that politics and television has begun pandering to these single celled mouthbreathers. Ignorant, hateful, tasteless, simple minded baboons. I love how they whine that non-rednecks don't respect their culture. Let me ask you something, Dale, what the fuck do you know about Miles Davis? Or Broadway? Or Vonnegut? And yet no one bothers you about this, do they? So take your cars-in-a-circle and your Randy Travis and fucking cram it.
