So it has been nine days since I quit chewing tobacco and I still have minor cravings. Not even a tenth as bad as they were but I am feeling that the best thing I can do is use some sort of substitute to satisfy the oral fixation (folks, keep your mind out of the gutter). So I went on YouTube and found this video teaching me to make coffee ground chew out of coffee (duh!), honey and sugar. You can watch the video if you want below (it ain't that exciting so skipping it is understandable).
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I went to the grocery store, got some honey and made the chew. It turned out pretty good. Tastes good (I can swallow it), is not sticky and feels like real chew in my lip. It even gives me a slight rush (that's the coffee talking). A success! But that is not what I am going to blog about. It is about the camouflaged brilliance of the average Redneck.
This chew was demonstrated by a twelve year old Redneck from Wyoming (I assume he is from Wyoming based on his T-shirt). He probably learned how to make the concoction because he was not legal to buy the tobacco product. You can see by the video that the boy is not very well-spoken and has an issue paying attention to what he is doing (he kept looking over at the television while filming). Overall, this kid looked like the typical farmer-in-training.
When one hears the term "Redneck" he usually sees some bumpkin drinking PBR beer and waving his gun around while standing in front of a confederate flag. They make us city folk laugh with their mannerisms and weird inventions. I do not see that. I see people who are low to lower middle class with limited finances. And their creations are needed to get there daily tasks done. Most people see these as funny. I see them as a group of people doing ingenious things to survive.
I look at the Redneck Air Conditioner. This is basically a picnic cooler with three holes. Two ducts are run out of the holes and a fans blows into the third. Inside the cooler is ice or bottles of frozen water. The fan blows over the ice and the cool air is blown through the ducts. I have actually tried this. And, you know what? It works really well.
If I were on a desert island and I could have anyone with me in order to survive. I would want a Redneck. They can see the use out of things that I would fail to recognize. So the next time you see that guy with the grizzled beard and worn out overalls, pay attention. He might teach you something.
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