White Trash Reception Hits the Hill

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White Trash Reception Hits the Hill
By Chris Frates
July 9, 2012 | 12:23 p.m. | 143

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Yeah, you read that headline right. The lobbying and policy shop Strategic Health Care is hosting a "White Trash Reception on the Hill" next week. We get forwarded a lot of reception invites here at the Alley and we've never seen one quite like this before. It reads:


Hey y'all - get gussied up in your Sunday jorts, mullets, and fullets and come on down to the White Trash Reception.
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White Trash Reception
July 19, 2012
5:30 - 9:30 pm
[address clipped]

Grab some suds and grub with Strategic Health Care! Please RSVP (rite so vittles pre-pared) to [email clipped].

Peggy Tighe, Beth Swickard, Jason Gromley, and Kyah Flickinger

Just to make sure we weren't getting punked, we phoned Swickard, the firm's director of government relations, to ask if the invitation is legit. It is.

She said the party at the firm's Capitol Hill townhouse gathers lobbyists, Hill staffers and health industry types for some happy hour fun. The firm throws themed parties every couple of months, though past themes have included the decidedly less edgy pirate and cherry blossom varieties.

So whaddya think, is the white trash party a fun idea or over the top? Let us know in the comments below or via email, cfrates@nationaljournal.com.

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[Alec Bachlow]

Red neck rural culture exists in Canada also. They could be a great voting block if dealt with properly. Firstly there must be a recognition in our multi-cultural society as a legitimate and distinct culture..They are not big on fancy talking intellectuals...nor are they big on the whole gay thing...in fact they don't even like shifty girly men who have a eye on their sweet faced sons.

I might just start a new political party and call it- The Red Neck Rube Party of Northern Ontario...and run some candidates. These folks would have to have at least one impaired charge on their record. Smoke cigarettes...have at least five children with double names like Russell Lynn...or Betty Joe. They must be real white..and above all be able to take Justin Trudeau in a fist fight....

[WestViking]

Red neck rural culture exists in Canada also. They could be a great voting block if dealt with properly. Firstly there must be a recognition in our multi-cultural society as a legitimate and distinct culture..They are not big on fancy talking intellectuals...nor are they big on the whole gay thing...in fact they don't even like shifty girly men who have a eye on their sweet faced sons.

I might just start a new political party and call it- The Red Neck Rube Party of Northern Ontario...and run some candidates. These folks would have to have at least one impaired charge on their record. Smoke cigarettes...have at least five children with double names like Russell Lynn...or Betty Joe. They must be real white..and above all be able to take Justin Trudeau in a fist fight....

Fist fight?

Don'tcha mean someone who can kick like a mule, bite like a crocodile and gets his licks in any way he can while he wrestles in the mud and the blood and the gore?

[backhoe]

Don'tcha mean someone who can kick like a mule, bite like a crocodile and gets his licks in any way he can while he wrestles in the mud and the blood and the gore?

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/johnnyca ... edsue.html

"A Boy Named Sue"

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick(fast) and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing( three card ) stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran(run) cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your(you) gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya,( Ya know that ) I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,(fust)
He stood there lookin' at me and(then) I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

( A note from your friendly Southron compiler who is often mistaken for a southern Redneck but who is in fact an Island Boy, a subset of the same? I have added in parenthesis () the way I remember hearing the lyrics when they were popular. Memory? It's a fungible thing... )

[Alec Bachlow]

Red neck rural culture exists in Canada also. They could be a great voting block if dealt with properly. Firstly there must be a recognition in our multi-cultural society as a legitimate and distinct culture..They are not big on fancy talking intellectuals...nor are they big on the whole gay thing...in fact they don't even like shifty girly men who have a eye on their sweet faced sons.

I might just start a new political party and call it- The Red Neck Rube Party of Northern Ontario...and run some candidates. These folks would have to have at least one impaired charge on their record. Smoke cigarettes...have at least five children with double names like Russell Lynn...or Betty Joe. They must be real white..and above all be able to take Justin Trudeau in a fist fight....

Fist fight?

Don'tcha mean someone who can kick like a mule, bite like a crocodile and gets his licks in any way he can while he wrestles in the mud and the blood and the gore?

YEP- That would be it..thanks for distillation of the idea....This is very old school leadership. Where the best-smartest -fastest in the tribe ran the show. Now we have rule by committee. You get a gang of shady characters who have a few meetings - put forth a surrogate figure head...get the person elected- Take the dupe aside and say "now this is what you are going to say and do".. This is the new democracy. I liked the old one..kind of aristocratic in the real sense (the best to rule)------------not - back in the day George Washington was chosen to lead- because he had big calf muscles..

They knew if someone jumped on his back he could shake them off like a bull tossing a rider.

[Alec Bachlow]

Red neck rural culture exists in Canada also. They could be a great voting block if dealt with properly. Firstly there must be a recognition in our multi-cultural society as a legitimate and distinct culture..They are not big on fancy talking intellectuals...nor are they big on the whole gay thing...in fact they don't even like shifty girly men who have a eye on their sweet faced sons.

I might just start a new political party and call it- The Red Neck Rube Party of Northern Ontario...and run some candidates. These folks would have to have at least one impaired charge on their record. Smoke cigarettes...have at least five children with double names like Russell Lynn...or Betty Joe. They must be real white..and above all be able to take Justin Trudeau in a fist fight....

Fist fight?

Don'tcha mean someone who can kick like a mule, bite like a crocodile and gets his licks in any way he can while he wrestles in the mud and the blood and the gore?

YEP- That would be it..thanks for distillation of the idea....This is very old school leadership. Where the best-smartest -fastest in the tribe ran the show. Now we have rule by committee. You get a gang of shady characters who have a few meetings - put forth a surrogate figure head...get the person elected- Take the dupe aside and say "now this is what you are going to say and do".. This is the new democracy. I liked the old one..kind of aristocratic in the real sense (the best to rule)------------not - back in the day George Washington was chosen to lead- because he had big calf muscles..

They knew if someone jumped on his back he could shake them off like a bull tossing a rider. When you look at the American President, you wonder...Was this installation a well thought out plan. Where white guys with a bad reputation and no hope of re-election or election...needed a surrogate- So they picked this white guy with black skin who had a nice speaking tone and a talent for stealing bits of poetry and stringing phrases together that gave the illusion of sweet substance.