This morning I was alerted to a Hate Crime in progress. I think that Hate Crimes are illegal, kinda of like smoking weed Florida Fans.

From Roll Bama Roll linked here

 

By BamaReturn07 Section: Diaries
Posted on Fri Feb 02, 2007 at 11:24:49 AM EST
Ah, the smell of UCheaters in the morning…smells of piss, turds, and hillbilly puke. Too bad we don’t have the great pumpkin to let us down every year. By the way, ever even been to knoxville? Holy God, that place is horrible. It’s like a cross between Satan’s toilet bowl and Walmart at closing time. I mean, sweet Jesus it is apparant Tennessee wasn’t on God’s list of priorities at ANY point in time. I mean, at least our mascot isn’t a hound dog! WTF? Just like a Tenner-seeer to call Bama a bunch of redneck Taylor hicks. Hell, everyone in the SEC has some redneck in ’em. Rocky Top, Krispy Kreme, and the rabies-infested, gator-bitin’ huntin’ dog can all GO TO HELL!

Ok, I feel better now. Have a great day!

Inspired by Josey Wales (us) and Ten Bears (Bama) here is the summation of our response to this shot across out bow:

JOSEY: You be Ten Bears?

TEN BEARS: I am Ten Bears.

JOSEY: (Spits tobacco) I’m Josey Wales.

TEN BEARS: I have heard. You’re the Gray Rider. You would not make peace with the Blue Coats. You may go in peace.

JOSEY: I reckon not. Got nowhere to go.

TEN BEARS: Then you will die.

JOSEY: I came here to die with you. Or live with you. Dying ain’t so hard for men like you and me, it’s living that’s hard; when all you ever cared about has been butchered or raped. Governments don’t live together, people live together. With governments you don’t always get a fair word or a fair fight. Well I’ve come here to give you either one, or get either one from you. I came here like this so you’ll know my word of death is true. And that my word of life is then true. The bear lives here, the wolf, the antelope, the Comanche. And so will we. Now, we’ll only hunt what we need to live on, same as the Comanche does. And every spring when the grass turns green and the Comanche moves north, he can rest here in peace, butcher some of our cattle and jerk beef for the journey. The sign of the Comanche, that will be on our lodge. That’s my word of life.

TEN BEARS: And your word of death?

JOSEY: It’s here in my pistols, there in your rifles. I’m here for either one.

TEN BEARS: These things you say we will have, we already have.

JOSEY: That’s true. I ain’t promising you nothing extra. I’m just giving you life and you’re giving me life. And I’m saying that men can live together without butchering one another.

TEN BEARS: It’s sad that governments are chiefed by the double-tongues. There is iron in your word of death for all Comanche to see. And so there is iron in your words of life. No signed paper can hold the iron, it must come from men. The words of Ten Bears carries the same iron of life and death. It is good that warriors such as we meet in the struggle of life… or death. It shall be life. (He takes his knife and cuts his hand. Josey does the same and they grasp each other’s hand.) So shall it be.