Ontological Disproof of God

[negatio]

It is, actually, lol.  Or at least it was...now it's just a word for grimey ass can-do floridians.  It's even related to the fact that, now, in kentucky, I don't fuck with the derby.  Red Mile is my shit!

Crackers drove supply carts when the rest of the confederate logistic chain had collapsed.  They were too poor to own slaves and regarded by the social elite as white skinned blacks (which many -if not most- were, in fact) - but they got the job done from a place that no one else could make work which was wholly beyond the reach of union forces (or any person not  highly resistant to malaria and other assorted fevers as well as venomous insects/snakes).  

You could hear them coming and going all day and night, the Hoggeville Freight Train.  Upon hearing the sound, people would exclaim..."there go the crackers!".  Most of the horses died en-route, under strain, needing to be replaced leg by leg.

Khemikal, this is absolutely the very first time I have seen you write in a direct, understandable, and informative manner; as if you were sane or something...everything else contains such a large measure of weird, idiosyncratic, commonsenseicalistic/homespun-horseshit, that I am always struggling for air while being inundated with an unfathomable tidal wave on nonsense...Negatio.

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lol don’t worry it’s not like I have anything better to do during lunch