Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, Now that's just what I am; For this "fair land of Freedom" I do not care a damn. I'm glad I fit against it- I only wish we'd won. And I don't want no pardon For anything I've done. I hates the Constitution, This great Republic too; I hates the Freedmen's Buro, In uniforms of blue. I hates the nasty eagle, With all his brag and fuss; But the lyin', thievin' Yankees I hates' em wuss and wuss. We got three hundred thousand Befo' they conquered us. They died of Southern fever And Southern steel and shot; And I wish it was three million Instead of what we got. I can't take up my musket And fight' em now no mo', But I ain't a-goin'to love' em, Now that is sartin sho'; And I don't want no pardon For what I was and am; And I won't be reconstructed, And I do not give a damn.
Wow. Self-centered much?
What gets me about you guys is how you constantly play the whiny, put-upon, victimized minority, oppressed by "the man," who, in your mind, does nothing all day but figure out ways to keep you down.
Change "southern" to any other self-identified victim group and the rhetoric is the same, right down to the "One of these days, we'll show you. Just you wait."
I guess the south's switch from voting Democrat to Republican was only for show. You guys are still Dems at heart.