Given I spent 14 years in the South around nothing BUT rednecks, then I think the answer is a bit apparent.

Really, I just hate the way they dress, but their attitude is more juvenile. The basic premise of a ragger's day is to start drinking the moment you wake up, puke a little bit, and then bang some broad in the backseat of your car. Oh, and you gotta have the kind of vehicles in the pictures above.