You gotta love southerners. And I'm not just talking about all the people who live below the Mason-Dixon Line. I'm talking about the hardcore southerners. (some call them rednecks)
You know who I'm talking about. The ones who proudly display their grey uniforms, their Confederate flags, and their CSA belt-buckles. The ones that obviously don't realize that the south lost the Civil war and that nothing has changed that fact over the last 150 or so years. Those guys that would bet the farm that "tha south 'll rise again" and then throw in a hoop and a holler.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm a peach myself and I love my fellow southern brethren. I'm proud to live in the south-- it's a great place to live. And I eat my share of fried chicken and corn bread. But along with most other people that live down here, I have reluctantly delt with the harsh reality that we took a beatin' to those goshdang Yankees.
Now you have to admire the enthusiasm of the select few that have a statue of General Lee in their front yard. And those who- faster than you could say 'pass the biscuits' would follow him into battle again! The people who' s life goal is to get to play the part of Stonewall Jackson on their local reenactment team.
Man I love the south.
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