To me, the media in New York and LA have always missed the essence of this country.
You might be a redneck if when you run out of gas, you put gin in the gas tank.
You might be a redneck if your boat has not left the driveway in 15 years.
You might be a redneck if your primary source of income is the pawn shop.
You might be a redneck if you have a color coordinating rope that ties down your car hood.
You might be a redneck if your favorite hunting dog has a bigger tombstone than your grandfather.