Friday, February 23, 2007
Whistling Dixie
Far be it for me to begrudge a Civil War veteran from enjoying his time off after the Battle of Second Bull Run. Firing grapeshots at the Army of the Tennessee in the western theater while recovering from scurvy can take a lot out of a 19th century douchebaggy scrote.
But still, watching Robert E. Lee perform a simultaneous tri-Eschelon Attack around the rear flanks of these three pioneer wenches makes me want to set his ‘stache on fire, Sherman style. I’d shrapnel his antebellum, then retire to Fort Sumpter to sip moonshine while Potomacking these three maiden’s garrisons.
Because ladies, uhm, it might be time to secede from that union.
