[cowboyway]

One of these days you might try and address the questions being asked. But that might be too much like work for you.

We've been through that. Now I just watch you drag out the same old tired NS rhetoric with others and laugh at your attempts to spread your revisionist version of a historical event that has you seething and foaming from the mouth with every waking breath.

I imagine that your dreams are haunted with visions of Rebel soldiers charging in your direction with Battle Flags flying and the Rebel yell filling your ears with horror as you cower in fear as your last line of defense (wife and daughters) are swept aside and you realize the end is near when, you awaken in a cold sweat, try to clear the persistent cobwebs from your numbed gray matter and begin another day spreading lies as the self appointed Minister of The War of Northern Aggression Propaganda.

[Non-Sequitur]

I imagine that your dreams are haunted with visions of Rebel soldiers charging in your direction with Battle Flags flying and the Rebel yell filling your ears with horror as you cower in fear as your last line of defense (wife and daughters) are swept aside and you realize the end is near when, you awaken in a cold sweat...

I can honestly say that I have never dreamed about rebel soldiers doing anything, much less attacking someone.

... self appointed Minister of The War of Northern Aggression Propaganda.

Please. War of Southern Rebellion.