See, this is my point about the connextion betwixt Coonasses and new english canuck kultcha. It's the same damn thing. So there is no reason for a man, such as I, who was immersed in the lowest underbelly of the valley, of THUNDERMIST, for so long to be considered "other" by cajun/coonasses. Everything is the same, they even speak a common dialect of Canuck. They were all the same people who got kicked out of Quebec, for whatever reasons, except some came here for the mills, and others went there for the Crawfish.
(Maybe I've told you this before.)

However, I think you and I should open a "Dynamite" shack in The Quarter and open a lucky-dog cart in Woonsocket. We shall unite the two (supposedly) different kultchas through the beauty that is Dynamite. And Lucky Dog. NO?