White Trash World

On a recent trip through Nevada, I was inspired to writea song:

I don't care what they say,
I'll never leave my white trash world.
Everyone's tryin' to get away,
But I'll never leave my white trash world.

I got a satellite dish and a pick-up truck,
My old lady's sister comes over to fuck.
WalMart carries all I need,
My next door neighbor cooks all my speed.

There's Coors Light, football and NASCAR too,
No full time to jobs to make our Mondays blue.
If that don't work we beat queers for sport,
My disability check covers child support.

Met my third wife at the laundry mat,
Got oil stains on my John Deere hat.
My kitchen's empty but my belly's fat --
White trash world, yer where it's at.

Okay, okay, a state that's got legalized gambling and prostitution can't be all that bad, I know. And an influx of Californians have changed the state's demographics pretty dramatically. It just might go for Obama this election. But when you get outside the main population centers it's a redneck desert that's as conservative as Kansas or Mississippi. And whereas those states are steeped in Christian fundamentalism, Nevada is basically amoral. Up until recently it was the crystal meth capital of the country. This may have changed, I don't know. A friend of mine who lives there told me a joke about a notorious hick town out in the Nevada hinterlands. It goes like this:

Do you know why they can't solve a murder case in ----------?

Why?
Because there aren't any dental records and everyone has the same DNA.

That's all for now. Carry on.