Hmmm...
The property laws of the United States are written by the finger of God...
In stone?
I must have missed that.
Tell me then rudeboy...
Where, within the confines of our borders, may I buy a strapping young Negro buck?
I've got some pipe-trenches that need digging, and firewood that needs cutting...
And, yes, I still question the legitimacy of the restrictive covenants we've been discussing here.