Carry me back to ol’ Brit-anny
Y’all tell me if I have this right (ease up there, Wemyssie). Y’all entered a group of peers - a compact between sovereign States - on a certain understanding about sovereignty. They got high behind this ever-closer-union stunt, and started encroaching on y’all’s sovereignty. So you’re starting off with interposition and nullification, but if those don’t pan out, there’s always secession. Meantime, y’all’s moonshining, mountainy, Calvinist bit, in the Up Country backcountry, is talking about seceding from any secession and joining the Union y’all want out of. And the Union boys are trying to cast your resistance as being based wholly on economic advantage and chattel … mortgages. I got this right so far?
Well, now. There’s liable to be some sympathy for y’all in the Old Dominion. And some advice. Don’t let the other side cast this as a moral crusade (financial exchange and banking really ain’t morally indistinguishable from slaving, and y’all might best point that out right quick). And if y’all can find some officers named Stonewall and Jeb and Uncle Robert, you’d best promote them as fast as you can. At least this time, y’all are the ones promoting freedom - and the ones with the big guns and the financial and industrial capacity.
Here: y’all sit a spell and have some Smithfield ham and spoonbread and iced tea. Don’t eat any hardtack until you have to, it ain’t precisely tasty. Trust me on that one: I ain’t just a-whistlin’ Dixie.
Well, now. There’s liable to be some sympathy for y’all in the Old Dominion. And some advice. Don’t let the other side cast this as a moral crusade (financial exchange and banking really ain’t morally indistinguishable from slaving, and y’all might best point that out right quick). And if y’all can find some officers named Stonewall and Jeb and Uncle Robert, you’d best promote them as fast as you can. At least this time, y’all are the ones promoting freedom - and the ones with the big guns and the financial and industrial capacity.
Here: y’all sit a spell and have some Smithfield ham and spoonbread and iced tea. Don’t eat any hardtack until you have to, it ain’t precisely tasty. Trust me on that one: I ain’t just a-whistlin’ Dixie.