I drink Grant's scotch.

[Lummy]

No johnnie reb,

I'm a welfare general.

God Bless the South.

[Lummy]

God Bless the Union.

God Bless the USA.

[Lummy]

God Bless my country. May it sustain and defend against every withering attack from every quarter within and from every outside influence.

This is destiny of a perfect ideal, resolute in its righteousness.

[Lummy]

I will not lay down.

[Lummy]

These $#@!s pissing in the street are in the interest of nothing.

[Lummy]

They are the enemy.

[Lummy]

You challenge me? You challenge your foothold in America. You think about that, liberal.

[Lummy]

Many of us Northerns are looking for your asses on a spit.

[Lummy]

Nobody will miss you.

[hanger4]

No johnnie reb, I'm a welfare general.God Bless the South.

Me thinks way to much, you're babeling.