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Jesus's Favorite State
My name is Rufus, and I’m from Nebraska.
When you think of folks from the Midwestern part of these great United States of America, I reckon you probably think of people who are pretty simple—unsophisticated, you might call it.
In Nebraska, where I was reared, it’s easy to tell who the simple folk are, who the Good Lord missed the day he was whackin’ people with his Sophi-Stick™. If you live there, there’s a chance you know that person is you, and in return, you take great pride in it, using such phrases as “Don’t be usin’ them 10-cent words on my 5-cent mind.”
Lower Nebraskese: “Don’t be usin’ them 10-cent words on my 5-cent mind.”
East Coast translation: “What the fuck did you just say to me?”
With this here blog space, Rufus reckons he’s goin’ to introduce you to The Good Life of Midwestern livin’: how we think, what we want, how we drop the “g” from a gerund. You’ll learn how your fancy English can suck it as Rufus drops real definitions on you the way a mother would discipline her brat.
Reckon Rufus will also have some thoughts on the world today and that there geo-political landscape, especially how they’re always trying to have relations with my state’s corn hole.
Rufus ain’t just a Patriot. He’s a Stateriot. That state is Nebraska.
I’d tell you to watch your back, Missouri, but your kin is already on it.
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