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ad hoc analysis of what you've written tells me you are the one that is actually obsessed with money and status.

A little freudian, but hey sometimes a cigar is a cigar.

Jeezus moron, have you ever been anywhere? You think tacky is somehow reserved just for the Ole Miss types you're denigrating?

Ever been to New York? Boston? I've seen tacky and heard accents that would blow your plebeian little mind.

So what's your story? I'll do a little opposition research and paint you in such a disgusting light your own mother would disown you.

Oh Snap! Forgot you are obsessed with showing your quality. Got to have the perfect watercress sandwich on the Wedgwood.

Why heck, from the sound of you I'm getting the gist that you spent time in an English boarding school of poshest calibre, where your bum enjoyed the most robust rogering by - well lots of people: headmasters, upperclassmen, ...

It's how gentlemen of quality and breeding are made. Italian shoes, leather seats, suits made in the city.

Nothing crass like renting a chandelier to put in a tent, or cold chicken fingers.

Why don't you move to California? You can get snockered on wine instead of beer, and tell yourself you are better than the riff raff.

And Sniff* you won't have to be around those dreadful bores in Oxford.

You know, I think I am going to Lowes and buy a g#$d$%^ chandelier (I buy chandeliers outright, I don't rent). Then I'm going to pitch the tent in the back yard and run a power cord out and plug that chandelier up.

I just want you to know that wherever you are