When I was about six or so I was in the barbershop one Saturday morning, waiting my turn and listening to a discussion about someone who got locked
up for assault. The discussion was wide-ranging, political, Biblical, emotional,
and not accomplishing much when finally an old gentlemen who was probably
late 70s or even into his 80s hitched up his thumbs in the straps of his overhalls
and closed it with "Waal, now, y'all don't pay him no mind. He don't mean nothing by it, that's just his way." Looking back, to me it says a lot about
having strong opinions (very conservative area) not meaning you can't have
compassion and acceptance for those with whom you disagree. Something
about following a mule for 60 or 70 years seemed to teach that.