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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."
Dedicated Tamiecide Practitioner
You are correct.Originally Posted by Simple Man
But I saw'em on the TeeVee.
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."
Dedicated Tamiecide Practitioner
Run, Forrest, Run!!!
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."
Dedicated Tamiecide Practitioner
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."
Dedicated Tamiecide Practitioner
Love Is A Many Splendored Thing
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."
Senior Member
Pretty sorry Merg. Pretty sorry.
Especially for everything that lady has been through with an abusive alchololic husband that beat her and left her and the kids to fend for themselves. You guys get your chuckles off on their poor family situation.
Just incredulous, actually.
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I KNOW you're not surprised by that.
I don't need my name in the marquee lights....
Dedicated Tamiecide Practitioner
Awww...brings a tear to my eye.
If my son slept with my wife I'd drink too.
Y'all ain't got no idea what she's been through, you just know what she says she's been through.
There's 3 sides to every story, her side(ì)....his side(²).... and the truth(³). Until I hear her husband's side and then the truth I ain't buying any of them.
We all got a sad stories, hers ain't no worse than the next one. She ain't dead, got all her limbs and got a rich son taking care of her. I probably know 10 women that went through worse and don't have near as much as her. I'd say she made out better than most people with "sad" stories.
You want real sad stories, go read the bios of some of the kids at St. Judes. Or go to any ophanage home and visit with kids that were beat like dogs and even raped by their parents.
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."
Senior Member
But don't say A WORD about Kenny McKinley killing himself.
Dedicated Tamiecide Practitioner
Son you don't know what coming up poor is. You got no idea. And I can say from personal experience that a kid that is dirt floor poor doesn't know he's poor. I had no idea we were poor. After my baby brother died from a brain tumor the hospital bills put my working class parents under the floor.
They couldn't even afford day old bread from the thrift store. I thought it was something extra special if we had fried bologna for supper, because they could only afford it rarely. My dad set fish basket, gill nets, shot squirrels and rabbits year round to feed us. All while working 16 and 18 hours days. My black nanny, Aunt Annie, that raise my dad, worked for my parents taking care of me for free so they could work. I remember many times Aunt Annie "brought us" groceries from her house.
She let me, mom and dad use her car so we could ride around and shoot rabbits on the roads and pick up bottles for refunds. Dad rented our house from the mill where he worked, they took $1 (one dollar) a week out of his check for rent. The house rented at 25¢ a room and it was a four room bungalow.
There was no such thing as food stamps and welfare. If you got to where you couldn't make it you went to the poor house aka the County Farm and worked the farm until you could get back on your feet. But NO ONE ever wanted to go to the County Farm. So my parent persevered. My brother died in 1959, my parents finally got the bill paid off in the late 80s. Granted they had gotten ahead by then. But only because they learned to live on nothing.
But like I said, I had no idea we were poor...and back then in the mill villages people would help out and they didn't treat us like we were poor. So there was no stigma. I just knew I got to go hunting and fishing a lot. No telling how many game laws my dad and I broke so that we could eat.
That's why I don't trust people with Sob Stories. I had one but I don't talk or brag on it like the Swinneys, unless I'm challenged like you just did.
So you tell me about being poor when you fucking know something about it.
Also...
I have a friend who went through worse with his drunk dad, it's Quackhead's uncle. When they finally got his dad out of the house, after the mother got beat numerous times, he came back one night and cut the phone lines. Then started to break in. His intent was to kill his whole family. My friend was a kid so he handed his mom his .410 single barrel. When his dad finally broke the door down his mom shot him at point blank range with the .410. Took his arm off at the shoulder and knocked him out onto the car port. My friend ran out the door, grabbed the gun and ran to a neighbors house. But he nor his mom or sister ever talk about it. They darn sure don't tell it for sympathy and brag cause they went through "hard times".
Like I said everyone has has a sad story. And the very fact that Daboo or his mom are telling the story to media makes me not trust it.
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."
Senior Member
Kenny is dead...she isn't.
Dedicated Tamiecide Practitioner
If she had killed herself I wouldn't poke fun at them. Matter of fact I wasn't poking fun at their plight in life. These climsin pansy always play the "oh that was cruel" game. Course they don't give a shit if it's about a Gamecock personality.
They have the same standards as liberals....double.
Last edited by Mergie Master; 11-25-2013 at 08:34 PM.
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."
Moderator
I don't need my name in the marquee lights....
Moderator
Hmmmmm. Somebody done bestowed a badassed avatar upon me.
I don't need my name in the marquee lights....
Black Duck
Re: Dabozo
Scared to ask about his brother?
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Moderator
I know not of what you speak.
I don't need my name in the marquee lights....
Moderator
Dabopus Rex
Moderator
Does he have Bell's Palsy?
Dedicated Tamiecide Practitioner
Naw that was my sister. I didn't really have a sister, my brother was real. He died when he was 2 years old in 1959. His name was Darrel Kieth XXXX 1956-1959.
But the sister thing was good.
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."
Black Duck
It is always comical watching Clemson fans trying to rationalize a man laying with his own mother for years. Only in Pickens County would anybody even try.
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