Too Good to Pass Up

Some time ago I came to the conclusion that it made little sense to engage people such as Connie Chastain (a/k/a Connie Ward) on this blog. I know that this news came as something of a disappointment to some of you, including a few people who seemed quite absorbed by her antics. On the other hand, I know it came as a welcome relief to others. I found her too easy of a target, and thus boring. Not to feed her increasingly desperate and shrill cries for attention seemed a wise idea.

Chastain’s obsessions continue, of course. I find her blog humorous (she’s quite interested in noting my visits, perhaps because she lives for that sort of thing). It is something to be the object of such intense hatred, anger, and scorn from someone who apparently otherwise has problems living a life worth living. But I owe the following to a reader who highlighted the expected effort of Chastain to defend (and even commend) the antics of David Tatum.  She rants:

Heritage advocates, when they cheer death at all, cheer the deaths of soldiers in a barbaric army that invaded the Southern states, made war on war on women, children, the elderly, servants and other noncombatants, burned homes, barns, farms, crops in the field, and entire towns, shot pets just for the fun of it, killed livestock and threw the carcasses in streams and wells to contaminate the water, stabled horses in church sanctuaries to show contempt for the religion of Southerners (and for God), and dug up corpses looking for valuables to steal.  In short, they cheer the death of those who exhibited Al Qaeda-like behavior a century and a half ago….

Make of this what you will.

BTW, Connie: do you think you’re funny when you  question why people show “grave interest” in Mr. Tatum’s mockery of the final resting places of American fighting personnel? Typical.

Meanwhile, join me in congratulating Al Mackey on being named the newest member of the ongoing blogging threat to Confederate heritage.  That so many members of this cabal have significant southern ties (Al attended Virginia Tech, is a loyal Hokie fan, and holds Bud Robertson in the highest esteem ever since he took one of Bud’s classes) reminds us all of just how nefarious these folks are.

That said, we will return to Chastain-free programming, so don’t worry. At least you now know what you’re missing.

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