If any part of your costume is made of flannel or denim…
If your “secret weapon against crime” is a double-barreled sawed-off shotgun…
If your “secret hideout” is a double-wide with camouflage netting…
If your battle cry is “Git ‘im!”…
If you lose your powers from prolonged exposure to soap…
If you got your powers from radioactive chewing tobacco…
If among your powers you list “high school diploma”…
If your emblem is a Skoal patch…
If your canine sidekick has three legs…
If that sidekick’s name is “Mangy”…
If your arch-nemesis is Mr. Toothless…
If your teenaged cousin is your sidekick AND your love-interest…
If any of your enemies has ever confounded you by writing out clues in cursive…
If your rogue's gallery includes the county tax assessor…
If, upon your arrival, the citizenry comment: "Look, over there, it's a derelict, no it's a ditch-digger, no its…"
If your advice to young readers ever includes "Pick 'em up by the ears, and it don't hurt 'em so much…"
… you might be a Redneck Superhero
Blatantly stolen from geekdad
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