My survey of around thirty prominent twentieth-century southern authors has led me to conclude, without fear of refutation, that there is indeed a single, simple, litmus-like test for the quality of southernness in literature, one easily formulated into a question to be asked of any literary text and whose answer may be taken as definitive, delimiting, and final. The test is: Is there a dead mule in it?
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A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote.A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat.
So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote.
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