Originally Posted by
rrconductor
Deer magnets.
And coon magnets...and possum magnets.
I sat on the deck one night with my dad and watch two gray foxes get into a major war under the persimmon trees in his yard when the persimmons were dropping. He had a security light not far from the tree so we had a good view. It was an epic battle that lasted longer than I would have thought. Finally one of the foxes finally tuned tail and headed for the woods on the run. Dad had been watching deer there and that's what we were expecting to see. No deer showed up that night but those foxes put on a better show.
The Elites don't fear the tall nails, government possesses both the will and the means to crush those folks. What the Elites do fear (or should fear) are the quiet men and women, with low profiles, hard hearts, long memories, and detailed target folders for action as they choose.
"I here repeat, & would willingly proclaim, my unmitigated hatred to Yankee rule—to all political, social and business connections with Yankees, & to the perfidious, malignant, & vile Yankee race."
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