[raygun]

It matters not one whit whether at the time the Confederate-rebel's decided their insurrection if slavery was increasing, steady or decreasing. That'd be akin to Dillinger inquiring whether credit card fraud would be more profitable than crime.

I tell you this, and I don't say this lightly, or just as a matter of course: You're bloody lucky that I wasn't Ruler of the Northern Aggressors and that there weren't Nukes floating around for me to push buttons to. Because if so, YOUR country would still be a wasteland (and would remain so for billions of years).

But first I'd rape all your women and then pillage your children. You know why? Children grow up to become big vermin (women breed more of the little wriggly one's I'm trying to exterminate).

There is only only one point to vermin: food or extermination; I choose the latter without prejudice.

You go your way; I'll go mine (you had best pray that never the twain shall meet). That's what I think of your principles.

[central_va]

Good Ole Rebel By Major Innes Randolph CSA.

Oh, I'm a good old rebel
Now thats just what I am
And for this yankee nation
I do no give a damn.

I'm glad I fit (fought) against 'er (her)
I only wish we'd won
I ain't asked any pardon
For anything I've done.

I hates the Yankee nation
And eveything they do
I hates the declaration
Of independence too.

I hates the glorious union
'Tis dripping with our blood
I hates the striped banner
And fit (fought) it all I could.

I rode with Robert E. Lee
For three years there about
Got wounded in four places
And I starved at Pint (Point) Lookout.

I coutch (caught) the roomatism (rheumatism)
Campin' in the snow
But I killed a chance of Yankees
And I'd like to kill some mo'. (more.)

Three hundred thousand Yankees
Is stiff in southern dust
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us.

They died of southern fever
And southern steel and shot
I wish they was three million
Instead of what we got.

I can't take up my musket
And fight 'em down no mo' (more)
But I ain't a-goin' to love 'em (them)
Now that is serten sho. (certain sure.)

And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am
I won't be reconstructed
And I do not give a damn.

Oh, I'm a good old rebel
Now that's just what I am
And for this Yankee nation
I do no give a damn.

I'm glad I fought against 'er (her)
I only wish we'd won
I ain't asked any pardon
For anything I've done.

I ain't asked any pardon
For anything I've done...