Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Der Führer (another "F" word) Wannabe


What can I say? Dye and cut the hair just a smidgeon shorter, and voila! It's 1939 all over again! The mouth, the nose, those eerie eyes all give away what lies beneath. Who wants to be the world's first female dictator? Who wants the first female dictator? "Not I!", said the little albino, home made, sock monkey. "Not I!", said Dread as he slipped beneath the Carolina moon. So who does?


Posted by Dread, who previously warned there will be political statements right up until the 2008 election.

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1 comment:

Sandy Kessler said...

I want to say it but it's too awful . It starts out "No wonder Bill......