By Todd Starnes
President Obama was in North Carolina the other day. he was dropping his “g’s” and throwing around Southern slang like he was a slinging hash browns down at the Waffle House.
He started off by talking about how much he “loves me some North Carolina.”
Well, bless his pea-picking heart.
The president tossed out the word “holler” and then said it was time to get down to “bidness.” Not business, but “bidness.”
The White House seems to think all of us Southerners walk around talking like Boss Hogg from the Dukes of Hazzard.
Hillary Clinton is just as bad – she can turn on that Arkansas twang at the drop of a cast iron skillet.
The other day Miss Hillary tried to prove her Southern street cred by dropping by a soul food restaurant. Folks, she wouldn’t know the difference between field peas and fat back.
It’s even worse when they commandeer church pulpits and invoke their faux “preacher voice.” I’m just waiting for Miss Hillary to do back flips down the center aisle in her Sunday-best pant suit while a church choir sings a spirited worship tune (apologies to the Blues Brothers).
And if you believe I’m exaggerating, just watch this:
It’s cultural appropriation for a political purpose.
Now, cultural appropriation is something the liberals invented to take all the fun out of holidays. It’s all the rage on college campuses.
For example, you can’t wear an Indian costume on Halloween or else you could be accused of appropriating Native American culture.
A number of schools have eliminated traditions that might cause grave offense to overly-sensitive millennials. For example, no more Taco Tuesdays and heaven help the person who wears a sombrero on Cinco de Mayo.
It’s just a Grade-A pile of political correctness – but I think we should apply the liberal’s logic to President Obama’s recent behavior in North Carolina.
Mr. President, you are not Southern.
Have you ever owned a pickup truck or had a Moon Pie or watched the Tennessee Volunteers on a cool Autumn day? Have you ever floated down the Chattahoochee or listened to Merle or Reba or Hank Jr. on the radio?
I’d be willing to wager a bowl of banana pudding you have not, sir.
And I suspect you’ve never been to a Jerry Clower show or read a Lewis Grizzard column or watched the sunset over Talladega.
So please stop appropriating our culture, Mr. President — it’s downright disrespectful and unseemly.
As we say down in Dixie – stop acting the fool.