Thank the Lord for small favors

The denouemont of our little artistic squabble seems to be imminent. By all accounts the show opening went off without a hitch. I still haven’t seen it but plan to get myself down there this weekend. I wouldn’t want to miss anti-Confederate shenanigans of any kind.

What is this approaching denouemont you may ask? Looks like a bunch of neo-traitors are threatening to boycott the town on account of the town cooperating with the college to “hurt their feelings.”

Excuse me but . . . * BWAH HAH HAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *

Let’s see, 140 years ago your forbears got their undies in a bunch because they thought that maybe, some day, in the distant future someone up north might suggest that treating black folks as very expensive mules might not be such a fine christian thing to do. The end result of little spat was the complete destruction of the early progress of the Republic, the death of 600,000 men and the advent of big, involved government we rail against to this day.

And you think any of us up north give a good god-damn about your hurt feelings? As far as I am concerned you wankers can come up here and dig up your grandpappy and take him back down south so he doesn’t pollute my good northern soil.

I hope they boycott Gettysburg and I hope all their little neo-Cornfed buddies boycott Gettysburg and I hope the only grey uniforms I see around town are either intelligent people interpreting a horrible conflict or small children that don’t know any better.

Oh well, at least we can import scary looking guns again. I can’t wait for M-16 mags to go down in price.

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