Love the watermelons. One of the best shoots I ever been on was back in the late 1970s down near Batesburg-Leesville on a watermelon field the farmer had turned his hogs out in. I guess it was all those watermelon seeds what drew the doves, it also drew a butt load of bees and flies. But we had a ball shooting little gray birds that day.
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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