Don't worry I don't hate 'em all, there is just a whole pile of them I don't like.
Nathan
Bedford Forrest was the
supposed founder of the
Ku Klux Klan. He
denied any involvement in the
organization. He was a plantation owner in the south. One of the
south's richest men that enlisted in the confederate army. He went from a enlisted man to a general without any formal military training. He became a well established and
successful military man. After the war he had several failures and finally died of
complications from diabetes. To this day his legacy and name is
controversial.
I of course don't believe in the KKK,
Arian nation or any group of zealots, religious,
political or social. I do however
condem the people I see sometimes on a day to day basis acting stupid. And there is a whole pile of them. I can't help it if a lot of them I see acting that way are black. Oh there are white ones,
Mexican, etc. I don't classify them and call them names until they piss me off.
That's why I got me a lawn jockey. It is a symbol of a
bygone era with roots back to general Washington. It's also offensive to a lot of black people. I detest the blacks in my
neighbourhood that sell drugs, hang out in the middle of the street, talk so loud at night I can hear them down the block in my front yard, have a bad attitude and accuse the white cops here of abuse. The NAACP marched on my town because of a situation that happened in my
neighbourhood. The lawn jockey is my quiet contempt for what I see happening here. And it will look cool out in the front yard beside my no#20 cast iron cook pot!
Way down yonder in the land of cotton, old times there are not forgotten, look away, look away,
Dixie land.
Cornbread