Jambalaya: The dish Louisiana forgot how to make

Louisiana's troubled dish. Ain't nothing but a stolen rice recipe, borrowed from the Spanish or African roots, and bastardized over the years. I don't give a damn about the Cajuns making a boudin mixture with smoked sausage and fluffing in some rice at the end to call it jambalaya. I don't care about the perverted Creoles putting tomatoes in it and making it a red sticky mess. Don't get me started with the par-boiled boys who are always close to Tiger Stadium in a purple and gold fishing shirt, throwing rotel in everything in arms reach. And to round it all out, the forum boys the keto racist, who have been feeding their families overcooked broken "split" rice pudding for years now because someone with no teeth and a Mickey Mouse tattoo at the jambalaya competition in Gonzales said that's how they like it. The rice is either par-boiled, raw, or pre-cooked. Who cares it’s gross. This is the most watered down, confused dish in Louisiana, lost in the shuffle. This is charity food. This is a food that should never be sold for money, always given away free.