Forget the mint juleps and the debutante balls, for every slack-jawed yokel who swears he saw The Lizard Man out by the dump, there's a failed televangelist with a family full of hare-lips holding a position as lofty as, say, the President of the United States. Because it's America that's ever more like the South, says Graham, not the other away around. Wafting up from the Mason-Dixon line and spreading like kudzu, redneckery has been absorbed from Bangor to Baha, he claims. The only real difference between Brooklyn and Birmingham is that you can't get a gun rack in a Trans Am.