The abomination spread. Spread needlessly, because Texans already were habituated to the perfect plural form -- "you all." Or "y'all." (One of my high school classmates used "y'all" to express perplexity or rebuke. "Y'all!" she would exclaim. That was it. The exclamation point carried the meaning.
Brother Blumenthal of the Times informs us that, in fact, a you-guys backlash is under way. "Y'all" is evidently "taking the country by storm." I hadn't heard that, but it's good news, you guys.
Texanisms in fact enjoyed a vogue during the Lyndon Johnson years -- the very early Lyndon Johnson years, prior to "Hey, hey, LBJ ... !" The presidential historian Michael Beschloss recently retailed an LBJ-ism about the effects of a dose of salts, well administered. He confessed to not originally knowing the meaning, but then, he lacked the advantage of Texas birth.
Gov. Ann Richards, perhaps to expiate her political sins, also increased the celebrity of Texas talk. "That ole dog won't hunt," Ms. Richards was fond of declaring. Never had, as long as the varmint had been around, and never would, as she could have explained if asked.
"Fixin' to" (i.e., "getting ready to") I had about stopped saying, for reasons I can't recollect. I am fixin' to reconsider, now that we Texans again are in vogue, irrespective of our Texan president's standing with The New York Times et al.
Sorry about that, you guys.