We native Southerners spend our lives blessing hearts, speaking in a soft and friendly cadence and trying, desperately at times, to put a good face on all manner of misfortune. It’s what we do. We deplore coarseness, loud talking and sprouted bread. When we have something the teensiest bit nasty to say, we simply scream it into the sofa pillow that was lovingly embroidered by our dear departed grandmother.

Which is why it may be harder than Donald Trump imagines to ingratiate himself to the South in time to capture those 700 or so delegates up for grabs in the nation’s earliest primaries next spring.

I’ve criticized Trump in the past so I feel that I owe it to him to share some advice on how to campaign successfully in the South. It just wouldn’t be Christian not to. read more…