…is how Elizabeth Edwards characterizes her gun-totin’ neighbor. Never mind the poor devil has lived there all his life, and now can’t afford the property taxes since the Edwards californicated* the neighborhood. Too bad about the cancer, and I do hope she beats it, but Mrs Edwards is white trash with money, and money doesn’t give you the right to tell folks how to live. Hope her husband loses his presidential bid, and his shirt.
*I first encountered this usage in John Nichols’ The Nirvana Blues, the least successful of his trilogy modeled on the decline and fall of Taos, New Mexico.
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