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.

Friday, October 24, 2008

A Southern Thing

I haven't blogged on "southern" things in a while, and won't again at least until after the election next month. I've felt an obligation to fight FOR the freedom of my country, whenever I did have a few minutes to blog, and will continue to do so. We've evidently hatched a lot of idiots in this country and some how managed to let them slip into the status of electorate.

Oh well. When we southerners make a mess, we clean it up. That's why I'm here trying to get a statesman elected president (John McCain) instead of writing about Spanish moss and night blooming honeysuckle. I guess it is a southern thing after all. Southerners love their country and don't want the reins turned over to an arrogant socialistic, near do well, who's only significant accomplishment in life has been self promotion. At least good southerners don't. The rest of you should wear orange when you're out in the woods during deer season.

Posted by Dread who has learned that just because people have average intelligence, doesn't mean they have adequate intelligence.
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2 comments:

Sandy Kessler said...

average????????

8:11 AM, October 27, 2008
Beneath the Carolina Moon said...

Average, as you know, can be one foot in a bucket of ice water and another in a bucket of boiling water. On average, it feels very comfortable.

5:44 PM, October 27, 2008

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