I really don’t like hillbillies. I grew up in South Jersey –in a place that liked to claim it was below the Mason-Dixon line…where there were lots of Rebel flags and trucks with big wheels and lots of mud. From this experience, I grew to despise all things hillbilly.But, I was asked very nicely by my loving husband to write this article. Just a little background – I wrote an article a week or so again, but due to technical difficulties, it was lost in cyberspace. I finally decided to rework a new version, in praise of the same hillbilly, Cletus, the slack-jawed yokel, Spuckler.
How can you not honor and revere a man who can outsmart Homer J. Simpson by collecting 300 pretzel coupons so that he could feed his abundant number of children? A man who can save a boy’s life through whittling? A man who is married to his sister/cousin by the same Homer J. Simpson he duped?
Cletus truly epitomizes the hillbilly way of life. He is a free spirit – not caring about what society thinks about his wife-beater or his wife beatings. He manages to maintain a loving and warm household for his family and pets. He is an upstanding citizen who tries his best to make ends meet. He truly is an amazing hillbilly.
