One by one the progressive mayors and college presidents across the south have been chipping away at not only our heritage, but the honor of fallen heroes, many of who died in the great 'War for Southern Independence'. Actually those who would tear down these Confederate Monuments could care less about the statues themselves. It's not about these pieces of stone and bronze stained by the years. It's a power struggle between progressives and conservatives. I thought this was settled, a least for a short while with the election of Donald Trump. I was wrong, and now I fear we are on the losing side once again. Some of us are fighting back. The purpose of this blog is to inform you there is hope. We are attempting to raise funds to erect plaques honoring our fallen Confederate boys in gray. Plaques that will grace the town squares of small towns in the South where they will be welcome. Towns where the voters still have some common sense, unlike those idiots in the large cities and those poor lost young people in our universities. All denotations will be appreciated with the lion's share going to preserve the memory of those who fought and died in that great conflict.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Throw Me Something Mister

Next month it will be carnival time again in the Big Easy, better know as New Orleans and the crowds will line Canal street and others in the Vieux Carre (French Quarter) as Mardi Gras gets into full swing. And hundreds of thousands of screaming revelers will line the narrow streets as the various Krewe's stage their parades for seven days. Many revelers will be in a drunken stupor as the floats from Rex and Zulu go by and the most single sound heard from the crowd will be, "thrown me something mister". And those on the floats with their ghost-like mask will fling tens of thousands of beaded necklaces to the waiting out-stretched hands while the roar of "thrown me something mister" booms throughout the crowds.

This year however, the carnival has started early and not in the streets of New Orleans, but in the halls of congress but the sound is the same, "thrown me something mister". And those on the floats of the Krewe of Pelosi and the Krewe of Reed hear the voices of the drunken masses and toss, not the Mardi Gras beads, but the tax-payer's dollars and the greedy hands fight for the Grant's and Franklin's floating in the wind. Yes, its Carnival time in Washington, but when the party is over and only a faint echo of "thrown me something mister" can be heard, there will be the roar of one hell of a hangover!

Enjoy the scenes and music of Carnival Time in the Big Easy for several minutes and forget the sh*t going on in Washington!



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