I don't know about the rest of you, but the first time I would have dropped an F bomb at either of my parents, or at the dinner table in general, would have been my last, and the next wake would be mine. The only question would be who would get first crack at killing me.
On second thought, it would have been my father, as my mother would yell, "Not in the head". But everywhere else would be fair game.
I did a lot of business in Arkansas. Overall, GREAT people. But no way I'd want any Italian family, no less any Brooklyn or Queens family, depicted this way as typical, and certainly not in Arkansas.
Honestly, classless is also clueless when you don't realize how much it demeans you and your family.
He may be making some money, but that's no one I'd celebrate.