Mean/Spiteful Messages from a Drunk Peckerwood

I once met a man in New Orleans. It was on the day I was to leave for home. He was a pushy bottom and a decent kisser. He was also anti-Yankee and quite the anti-Semite. Without knowing anything about me, he said, "You northerners think we're all stupid in the south."
I shrugged.
My response? "I don't judge southerners or northerners or Midwesterners based on where they are from. I judge stupid based on what comes out of the mouth when the person is drunk. Anyone can be drunk. Some drunken fools just know when to shut their pie hole."
The man from the French Quarter of New Orleans was not particularly adept at holding back.
He was 6'3 and blonde and had the tightest sphincter for someone of his age. He also had a lot of wet washcloths lying around his studio (which he called the former slave quarters). The washcloths, I was told, were used to relieve his headache. Such condition was frequent after his over-indulgence at the bar.
He had a job in customer service... a fifty-something year old bell hop.
I sigh when I think of how vile and coarse his mouth was in that email (or text message). Still... he does have a tight sphincter and it's always nice to 'know someone' when you're in a strange town.

(LATER)

His evil tongue was accompanied by a picture of a starving child in/from Gaza. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Yankee Jew!" Then he went into a diatribe of how all Yankees (NYers especially) think that all southerners are stupid. How does one respond? "I don't think you're stupid because you're southern. I think you're stupid because you're drunk. Oh, and because you're also stupid."
One day I will remind him of why I opted out of drinking. My brand of stupid is simply incompatible with his.