I live in the God damned South, and whenever anybody has used that imbecilic phrase on me I reply, “Say, what state was Gettysburg in? You remember, the big battle where us Yankees whipped your asses? Was that another example of us ‘Northern aggressors’ invading one of the secessionist slave states?”

It’s not even true, though. The Fugitive Slave Act of 1850 was clearly a very severe infringement of states’s rights, and for a decade the soon-to-be Confederate states made no objection to it at all.

Well, you have to admit she has a point. That guy had ice cream. There’s nothing scarier than that, right? You’d scream, I’d scream, we’d all scream.

The word “brolic” reminds me of the word “frolic” which reminds me of a book called “A Frolic of His Own” by William Gaddis, that phrase apparently being a legal term of art regarding an employer’s liability with respect to the actions of his employee. So attempting to understand it by just looking at it, I’d have read…

But if an American town is deliberately going to name itself after some far-off foreign land, then can it really be considered an American town after all? Instead, as is traditionally done, real American towns should be named after the people who lived in their sites, before heavily-armed invaders from those far-off…

I’ve long been pissed off about the NRA. That bunch of wimps. Those self-serving cowards, who never lift a finger to protect my Precious Sacred Second Amendment Rights.

so if you don’t want to, or can’t, drive a manual, the five door is over the limit

Of the replies I think Jason’s stands out as definitely the best, but he left out the part where Mr. Matthew also needs to buy a second car, because, obviously, that superb Lancia will not be a reliable daily driver. For the second car any acceptably-fun reliable used car in the $6k price range will do. I myself would…

“Aw! No? But why not? He’s gonna die anyway, and when else am I going to get a chance to actually shoot a guy to death! Aw pleeeeease! I really wanna kill, come on, it’s my turn, pant pant”

Blah blah blah. 1960s Dixiecrats are not 2020 Democrats. They’re the complete opposite of 1960s Dixiecrats. Since you are a teenager, i.e. both kinda slow, and also talking only from received knowledge, you have never, ever met these Southern swing voters. I. on the other hand, have lived among them and worked with…

96s had surprisingly capacious interiors.

Have you decided what kind of Jeep you want to buy in Antarctica?

I guess you’re trying to convince young people who know no American history. Those of us old enough to remember the ‘60s saw with our own eyes how all the Dixiecrat voters furiously abandoned the Democratic Party after LBJ knifed them in the back, and ran to join the Republican Party which welcomed them with open…

I like this recipe a lot, because I think I am capable of actually doing it myself, unlike most of the complicated cooking enduros prescribed in regular cook books. It’s the kind of terrible combination of food-in-bags and various random add-ins that characterizes my own cooking style. Those fancy competent chefs…

Will it be soft love or hard despair?

“Holy shit, Trump’s done [that thing] that’s stupid/treasonous/criminal!”

There is no sports car (two-seat, preferably convertible top) in this list, so it is not acceptable. Four other categories are sufficient for those people who want a car that is not a sports car.

The operative word in that post is not “guitar,” it’s “want.”

Nice veranda! Is the inside of your new place as pleasant as the porch?

Trump will be furious. “How could he have betrayed me like this! I want that son of a bitch Photoshopped out of all official White House photos immediately.”