Well Red

"There’s nothing scarier than a redneck with money."
The Chemical Buddha's travels would often take him through some 'interesting' parts of the country. (Interesting was a word his mother would use when she didn’t like something.) As he’d travel through the more redneck parts, and pretty much every city gets pretty redneck 30 miles outside the city limits, he came up with the above view. He reasoned it was this combination of cash and limited world view that was responsible for giving us chromed out monster trucks, Armageddon shelters, and those classy Big Johnson T-shirts of the late 90s. What he didn’t understand was how rednecks with money seemed to want respect and admiration but they didn't respect anyone. TCB believed it was hard to get something you were unwilling to give. He also learned if you ever said something like that to a redneck, they'd get pissed off and you'd have to find another meth dealer.
Is the world you're creating the same as the world you want?
What might you have to give, in order to get it back?