zodiac11 Aug 2004

Dear jroday,

Hi! I was just reading the comments on this poem, and couldn't help coming in your side. You're absolutely right; SupremeDreamer has never been within 2500 miles of Mississippi, has never met a non-Gay or non-hobo blackman, and has no right jumping your ass when he doesn't know what kind of shit your people been through. In addition, I thought I'd point out to him that the terms "politically correct" and "P.C." are older than his scraggly teenage ass and he's talking entirely out of his asshole. And finally, his blabber about "the pride in the song, not white pride mind you" is totally unjustified, considering who, what, and where he is. Even I, a white Southerner, wouldn't dare write a poem about, say, a drunk black blues picker from down Delta way (who, say, everyone thinks is trash except me) without first sealing up my asscrack to an unsanitary degree with extrastrength duck tape. It makes me sad to think about how, 150 years after Emancipation, we haven't come far enough to sit on a porch together drinking good watermelon wine from a shared gourd, but I guess thats the way it is. Now SupremeDreamer will probably give me shit about writing this comment too, so go ahead. Sorry about the slavery,

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