Another report from the front offered by someone determined to protect and promote Confederate heritage and its advocates, notably the Virginia Flaggers:
Today the great grandsons and grand-daughters of the attackers are still here, the evil ones, now attacking Southern heritage groups, siding with anyone or any organization that takes actions to harm our Southern history and heritage, to defame our Confederate flags and our Confederate ancestors. Men such as Brooks Simpson, Andy Hall, Keven Levin, Corey Meyer, Rob Baker, Al Mackey in their small man ways, write blogs and tell stories and give commentary that attacks the South and Confederate heritage supporters. Almost any good thing the Virginia Flaggers do, one of these morons will blab or write some story, many times absent of many facts, but they still write and blog. You see, providing you with accurate history is not their goal, their goal is much bigger, as they are tools of Satan. Yes, you say, what, are you nuts, No I am not nuts, I am explaining to you that for far too long you have been duped by such people.
That said, watch this moving tribute to Satan, who never did get to lace them up for the New Jersey Devils:
I don’t know what I liked better: The term “small man ways” or rhetorical monologue being used as self-serving dialogue, “Yes, you say, what, are you nuts, No I am not nuts, I am explaining to you that for far too long you have been duped by such people.”
Poor Jerry.
He’s as blind as he can be
Just sees what he wants to see
Nowhere man, can you see me at all
Nowhere man don’t worry
Take your time, don’t hurry
Leave it all till somebody else
Lends you a hand
Ah, la, la, la, la
Doesn’t have a point of view
Knows not where he’s going to
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man please listen
You don’t know what you’re missing
Nowhere man, The world is at your command
Ah, la, la, la, la
He’s a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Close but no cigar. The consonant in the first syllable is pronounced “Sh”.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:IPA_for_Czech_and_Slovak
Miro having played for the Isles, among other teams, I know that. Party pooper.
All is forgiven if you can use your powers to get the Penguins another Stanley Cup.
That’s John Hennessy’s department now.
Are things so hopeless now with the Isles (setting themselves up now for the big fall to come) that we are getting sentimental about Miroslav Satan? Ex-Isles win cups with the Penguins because they know they have no chance given the Isle’s tumbling fortunes over the last THIRTY-ONE years.
John’s working on his material. Of course, the Pens have never won a Cup without the important leadership provided by an ex-Islander (Trottier in ’91 and ’92, Guerin in ’09).
Full disclosure: this blog’s host and some of his commenters are, um, rather well-versed in things NHL. Rest assured, however, that more than one hockey-ignorant telecaster has referred to Miro without the “sh” or the emphasis on the second syllable.
“No I not nuts”, a phrase one too rarely sees in modern historical writing.
Miro was saved, however, when he came to the Lord in 2010. Too bad he didn’t stick it out to reach Heaven in 11.🙂
Simpson, how dare your fancy book learnin’, devil worship, and small man ways interfere with my desperate need to believe my ancestors were perfect.
Jerry’s stream-of-consciousness prose follows in the grand tradition of Joyce, Woolf, and Faulkner.
Congrats Brooks!!! As it is often said: “Don’t judge a man by his friend, judge him by his enemies.” By that standard, I hold you in pretty high regard, keep up the good work.
Dumbford needs to stop using his meds as legos to build little houses in which he pretends to live.