03-05-2004, 02:16 AM
My two bits.
SC is the last great bastion of the KKK. They are deeply entrenched in power here. If only it were as simple as you said. But no.
As for the cowards, most of the Good Ol Boys wont go as far as actually getting the BFGs. Most of them are under the 17k a year poverty line, driving pickups older then they are. They have families, live in trailers, and survive on government peanut butter and cheap macaroni and cheese. They lash out and behave this way because they are to poor to ever get ahead in life. They are lazy, afraid of hard work, stupid, uneducated, and, rather then take the blame on their own shoulders, would rather blame minorities. It's the black folks stealing all the jobs. It's the this and the that. And the KKK knows this. Powerful old white men with lots of money and to much free time organizes rallies, fills these poor soul's minds full of hateful propoganda, and then unleashes them on society at large. It's the perfect crime. Rich powerful men stay rich and powerful, and the poor folks suffer, used as pawns by their own so called loyal royal race. They take the fall. And their lives become even more miserable. And their hate and misery is focused even more by the puppet masters pulling the strings. Hell Night is a ZIT. It's the painful logical conlusion to that much social contamination. If only these poor souls would turn their ire on the true enemy... I have tried to explain but few will listen.
No, these common hoodlums don't have the cash or the resources to afford the expensive high powered guns. All they have is the pocket cash to buy the beer or Mad Dog they need for their alcohol fueled mayhem.
But what do I know. I am merely a kookie old hermit living through my twilight years and observing society around me.
SC is the last great bastion of the KKK. They are deeply entrenched in power here. If only it were as simple as you said. But no.
As for the cowards, most of the Good Ol Boys wont go as far as actually getting the BFGs. Most of them are under the 17k a year poverty line, driving pickups older then they are. They have families, live in trailers, and survive on government peanut butter and cheap macaroni and cheese. They lash out and behave this way because they are to poor to ever get ahead in life. They are lazy, afraid of hard work, stupid, uneducated, and, rather then take the blame on their own shoulders, would rather blame minorities. It's the black folks stealing all the jobs. It's the this and the that. And the KKK knows this. Powerful old white men with lots of money and to much free time organizes rallies, fills these poor soul's minds full of hateful propoganda, and then unleashes them on society at large. It's the perfect crime. Rich powerful men stay rich and powerful, and the poor folks suffer, used as pawns by their own so called loyal royal race. They take the fall. And their lives become even more miserable. And their hate and misery is focused even more by the puppet masters pulling the strings. Hell Night is a ZIT. It's the painful logical conlusion to that much social contamination. If only these poor souls would turn their ire on the true enemy... I have tried to explain but few will listen.
No, these common hoodlums don't have the cash or the resources to afford the expensive high powered guns. All they have is the pocket cash to buy the beer or Mad Dog they need for their alcohol fueled mayhem.
But what do I know. I am merely a kookie old hermit living through my twilight years and observing society around me.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."