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Originally posted by Penske_Account
Nice, keep beating it. Your posts are like a chimp in the zoo who spends 23 hours a day jerking off. Maybe you should go to the South if you are so obsessed with it, or maybe you are exhibiting that self-loathing thing Sidd posts about. I am fairly certain based on my daily interactions with Southerners irl, they don't want me and I don't want them. Although given a choice between the south and France.........I would choose France. The South of France. So now we can note I don't always say bad things about France or southern places.
As for the poem, its an artistic piece that captures a real angst a sizable portion of the population has with the wayward moral compass in our nation. I like a range art. This is a nice bookend to my Dung Madonna Screensaver. Interesting also, that the leftists think that a crucifix in a jar of urine is equivalent to a modern day Guernica (hi Hank!) but would mock this poem as it exposes their moral failings.
Further, if you think the sentiment in the poem is limited to the south then you are showing your ignorance of America or maybe you are just too arrogant to respect a more well defined morality than you have. I can drive 15 minutes outside of the most socialist city in America and find towns with a majority of people who would agree with that. Drive north or west from NYC or West from Chicago and you would find the same.
Finally, my urination reference was not meant in an offensive way. It is my understanding that in order for one's presence in a state to count for the Quest for 50, you either have to go to the bathroom, engaging in a commercial transaction, or having a meal in the State (but airports never count). Driving over the border and peeing quickly seems to be the most efficient score, although, for example I got Iowa by driving 5 miles over the border to Spirit Lake, buying a spark plug from a Trak Auto and a coke from 7-11.
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You realize you're not making much sense here anymore, right?
My post wasn't about geography, though it did contain amusement with your devotion to a kind of gastrointestinal journal. It's about ideological affiliation.
I'm glad you liked the poem. I thought you would.
