Once in a generation, a Vine comes along that shines a bit of hope amid our nation's brooding sense of defeat. A Vine where a potentially-racist, backwoods-type notices an intruder in his engine, and receives swift comeuppance. This is that Vine.
It should be noted that the backwoods-type in question is likely not using the C-word as a racial epithet, but instead aiming it directly at the raccoon that's already planning it's brilliant and vicious attack.
Vine — you had me at "raccoon attack."