"'They're just Baptists.' Miss Jenny said." (Sanctuary by William Faulkner)

This phrase rings true, in any context. When discouraged about the Bible belt, I think I will just turn my thoughts to Sanctuary, with its whores and murderers, and I will think, "they're just Baptists;" they can't help it if they don't know any better.

pet peeve:

when windshield wiper intensity does not match rain intensity

I am tired of feeling a disconnect with those that I am in contact with on a daily basis. How does one begin to connect with a people that are so consumed with themselves that they cannot see past their iPods and Blackberries?