Does it ever occur to you Person County folks that the reason Tracey Kendrick and Kyle Puryear and Dave Newell and the other fatuous right wing inbreds you voted for have nothing but contempt for you? That they don’t care whether you drink pure water or piss? They don’t care whether you fuck off and die from cancer because that’s your sorry ass lot, having had the gross misfortune of being born in a county that Dave Newell, P.J. Gentry, Larry Yarborough and Kyle Puryear are selling off for a shitheap of other people’s garbage?

You vote for them because they nourish your old hatreds, and your petty resentful Confederate ways, and you love it so good, the taste of all that old puke. You love that sugary buzz of fear and contempt. Naked pencil necked little birds eager for another dose of slops.

Well here’s what they really think of your trashy old Southern White asses, straight from the pages of the National Review. Suck on this, losers:

The white middle class may like the idea of Trump as a giant pulsing humanoid middle finger held up in the face of the Cathedral, they may sing hymns to Trump the destroyer and whisper darkly about “globalists” and — odious, stupid term — “the Establishment,” but nobody did this to them. They failed themselves. If you spend time in hardscrabble, white upstate New York, or eastern Kentucky, or my own native West Texas, and you take an honest look at the welfare dependency, the drug and alcohol addiction, the family anarchy — which is to say, the whelping of human children with all the respect and wisdom of a stray dog — you will come to an awful realization. It wasn’t Beijing. It wasn’t even Washington, as bad as Washington can be. It wasn’t immigrants from Mexico, excessive and problematic as our current immigration levels are. It wasn’t any of that. Nothing happened to them. There wasn’t some awful disaster. There wasn’t a war or a famine or a plague or a foreign occupation. Even the economic changes of the past few decades do very little to explain the dysfunction and negligence — and the incomprehensible malice — of poor white America. So the gypsum business in Garbutt (ED:He means Roxboro)ain’t what it used to be. There is more to life in the 21st century than wallboard and cheap sentimentality about how the Man closed the factories down. The truth about these dysfunctional, downscale communities is that they deserve to die. Economically, they are negative assets. Morally, they are indefensible. Forget all your cheap theatrical Bruce Springsteen crap. Forget your sanctimony about struggling Rust Belt factory towns and your conspiracy theories about the wily Orientals stealing our jobs. Forget your goddamned gypsum, and, if he has a problem with that, forget Ed Burke, too. The white American underclass is in thrall to a vicious, selfish culture whose main products are misery and used heroin needles. Donald Trump’s speeches make them feel good. So does OxyContin. What they need isn’t analgesics, literal or political. They need real opportunity, which means that they need real change, which means that they need U-Haul.

You heard him, suckers. Load up and get the fuck out. Remember that the next time P.J. Gentry or Larry Yarborough puts a hand out for you to shake. Now you’ve got a better idea where that hand has been.