There are a lot of reasons why Bill Clinton's speech last night at the DNC was so awesome, but the unwritten subtext of his delivery can be summed up in one word: Southernness. It was there in his folksy delivery, his casual use of humor, his ease with idioms ("even a stopped clock is right twice a day" to sum up the idea that even Republicans and Democratic rivals come up with good ideas), his spontaneity (roughly a third of the speech was extemporaneous), the "yew" instead of "you", the dropped g's that (unlike Obama's) sounded completely natural, the time-honored and uniquely Southern killer combination of smarts and self-deprecation ("a country boy from Arkansas") and, yes, even its long-windedness. This, boys and girls, is what happens when you grow up in a culture where people sit around on porches and talk a lot. And the part at the end, when the white Arkansas country boy and the wonky black guy from Chicago embrace? That's the part where the South can, on memorable occasions, show everybody else how democracy is done.