*Portrait of a Redneck Racer

(*self portrait)

The blog had a Google hit yesterday from keywords "Nascar Prayer", curiosity getting the better of me I followed it back to the results page where I came across this fellow describing himself, God and Nascar, oh yes and the bombers, cant leave the bombers out of it.

For the uninitiated, NASCAR is not just 43 cars making constant left turns. It's a happening, drenched in God, Country and Capitalism. It's our opportunity to rub it in the faces of the socialist PC crowd and rub it in we do. NASCAR is loud, pungent and exhilarating.

About the time the performer hits "...home of the brave," a formation of military aircraft performs a low flyover, sending the fans into a frenzy.

I was about to write that I wouldn't like to have been stood in front of him, not wanting a raging hard on stuck in my back as it were, but then got to thinking he's probably a tiny dicked sad fuck that needs a bit of compensation for what he lacks in his pants, to say nothing of his head.

This fellow also had a few words to say on the subject, sans erection.