I guess when you live someplace like Minnesota-where the whole state is more than 99.9% white--there are going to be all kinds of white folks. Good or bad or otherwise.  But Minnesota has something on other place in the world has--and that's ghetto white folks.

I'm from down south--and I ain't never seen ghetto white people before in my life.  All the white folks I've ever seen either had money or pretended they had money.  White folks down south ain't gonna let other white folks be poor and ghetto. They'll give 'em low interest loans--take the wheels off their trailer and give them a "manufactured home"--put their kids in charm school. Anything--anything except allowing them to go out into the world--and into public viewing being ghetto--white folks down south ain't gonna let other white folks tarnish their  image. It just ain't gonna happen.  They'll hide 'em in mobile home parks deep off in the woods--and only let 'em out for Klan rallies--but they ain't going out in public--for someone else to see!  That just ain't gonna happen!

But up here, in Minnesota--ghetto white folks are running free--letting everybody see their "ghettoness" with pride--without shame! 

Andrew and I were at the park the other day and there was a group of folks having a birthday party under the pavilion.  Which is cool--people do that all the time.  I was pushing my son on the swing when I happened to look back at the festivities--there were three white women who looked like they ain't had a bath since Labor Day 2004.  All of 'em were chain smoking and they all looked the same age. I later found out it was grandma, mom and daughter--neither of them more than 13 years apart.  The 23 year old Hispanic dude that was grilling the hot links was the boyfriend of the grandmother--and they couldn't stop kissing the whole time we were there.

They brought the boom-box so they could listen to music--and the Tupac was blaring through the speakers--the unedited version with all the cuss words.  They had 'bout 10 chil'len with them.  All brothers and sisters!  None of them looked alike. I found out later they all had different daddies.

The guy on the hibachi grill was fussing at the kids "Hey, stop peeing in the sand--kids play in that sand. Get up here and pee on the tree! You know better.."

The little boy was like "You ain't my dad! Shut up. You don't tell me what to do."

The boy's sister chimed in "Yeah, you ain't his daddy and his daddy ain't my daddy--so until you start having some kids around here--you can't tell none of us what to do.  So shut up or I'll get all 10 of our daddies to come over here and beat you up like last time."

The grill dude must have remembered that a$$ whooping from "last time" because he shut the hell up--turned around--and flipped those links over before they burned.

Momma and daughter were chain smoking Newports and singing Tupac songs.  Something happened--I wasn't sure what--but the momma turned around and cussed the daughter out. Daughter threw her Busch beer in momma's face--grandma jumped in and before you could say "trailer trash" they were all rolling around on the floor--greasy hair and cut off short with no shoes on--beating the hell out of each other. 

The kids had to break it up.  The 11 year old was in charge--and pulled them apart. 

I later found out after talking to the 5 year old who had five scratch on tattoos on his arm (one for each year he was born), gold teeth and ear rings (he's a boy) that the grill dude used to date momma--but grandma got a settlement from an accident she was in--so he jumped ship--but he's still messing with the daughter--who he went to high school with.