"...I have had BBQ from a smokeshack run by rednecks behind a church in Byhallia Mississippi, I am sorry. New York is not even close." - Ol' Miss John
Hard to parse this, John. Are you sorry because you had BBQ made by rednecks? Are you pointing out that New York is not even close to Byhalia? And what to make of the extra L you put in Byhalia? I'm startin' to think you ain't even from Mississippi, son.
My takeaway from this, is that even though they were rednecks -- probably of the KKK kind (they all are) -- they made tasty tasty BBQ. So you see, John, even people with non-progressive views can have some redeeming qualities. But when you ate that redneck BBQ, you were also undoubtedly eating the pure Mississippi lynchin' it was infused with. It's a trade-off. And maybe, just maybe, the best BBQ you ever had was worth the deaths of a few unfortunates. After all, good BBQ is a sacrament, while people are... expendable.
Just ask the former employees of Giant SpaceKat.