I am gonna say it one more time — we are from the south of the Mason-Dixon line, where we grew up eating corn and peanuts and where we fish with the gators in the Okefenokee swamp and marsh area, where we have the southern charm. We love momma's sweet tea and homemade lemonade; we farm in 100-plus degree days where hunting and fishing is a daily ritual and we don't use OFF bug spray for gnats and ticks.

We are proud and show respect to our "Stars and Bars" of red, white, and blue — which were emblematic in heraldry of valor, purity, and truth. We have Georgia Power for electricity which is a Southern Company where we don't worry about "Rate and Hike". We cook out every weekend and we drink moonshine in one hand and a bottle of Colt 45 in the other.

We smile and are happy all the time, we spit on the roadway and chew tobacco and throw grits on the dance floor for Thursday night karaoke and Friday night line dancing. We got the most beautiful ladies with perfect smiles and perfect skin — and they all wear jeans, cowboy boots, and a Stetson hat, even on Sunday Church. We call them Southern Belles, and they all smell good and know how to swing on a dance floor. They all know two-steps and electric slides.

Walmart is our local mall and Waffle House is where we go for Sunday brunch after Church. Our favorite beer is an open one, and NASCAR is our favorite sport — we love it because when we drink it's easy to follow in circles till we get dizzy and pass out.

We have brothers and sisters from different mothers who are Black, but we all bleed the same — Red — and we work together for a better America and a Greater South. Race is a Northerner Yankee thing. We don't know what it means. We don't see color — white or black — we only see the color of nature and hear the sound of crickets at night.

We are deeply rooted in Southern Tradition where we value family and respect our elders, and we address them with Sir or Ma'am. The only direction you will need to get to our home is: via Dixie Highway, go through the only traffic light in this town and at the next stop sign at the corner where General Lee's statue stands, take a right — then go one-tenth of a mile on MLK Blvd, and "go over yonder" under, and you will see the big white oak tree. Take a left and the first big house on your right with the white picket fence and wrap-around porch — that's our home.

We love sitting on a rocking chair with a sweet tea, chilling in the evening, and having grits, corn, fried chicken, collard greens, catfish, and hush puppies for supper. My wife is not my first cousin but we met each other at the local County Fair and had a small wedding in our barn with a wedding registry at Big Lots.

We love everyone — Black, White, Yellow, Asian, Arab, or Mexican. We are all God's children and we all live in peace. We wake up at the rooster's calling at 4 AM and start the day all over again.

We call every dude "Bo" and every lady "Ma'am" with respect, and we talk with a long accent. We hold the door and pull the chair for the ladies — otherwise momma will crack me upside on the head. We love our Southern Tradition and we all got Chevy 4WD trucks. We are Southern folks with Southern values and tradition, and we love Dixie-Land Delight.

Let's work together for the GREATER SOUTH.