I'll tell you an' the rest of them yankees wut. Ya'll jus' go on bring yur Mister Abrehim Lincon dolly down har an sit him on our wall. An' you know wut we gonna' do? We gawn bitch an' moan an' make awl kinna noise 'cuz we ur be-in victomized by yankee agression agin!
An' then we go say, "yessir mistuh boss man Yankee, sir. Its awl my fawlt. I know that. Them Farakan fellers on that cummunity channel is right. We-uns ain't nuthin' but pure-tee evil white deevils. Ah'm sorry I ain't payin enuf taxes. How 'bout some of that there repuration money? You want some that? Here, you can have awl you want-IN CONFEDERATE MONEY! Then yew kin kiss my johnny reb ...!
But don't yew wurry about yer precious Lincun dolly, we lernt back in '65, not to do nuthin' but talk!
We jus ain't figured out why ya'll think we need taught agin every day over one thing or another.