Alright, McOmish, come on in here and face me like a man! Its better to do it all here than in those Eastern Theater snoozefests! Besides, it'll give those places a break from your unslakable thirst, and you spend far too much time away from your own people!
Now here's the thing.
First I happen to have a little problem with my horse, and you go right on rushing into the Old Abe Tavern with Bob Weir and crew and proceed to drink the place dry, giving it a good going over in my absence!
I suppose that you felt it was the right thing to do at the time, but we Yankee dudes have also been recently pilloried for our reluctance to allow you Reb dudes to post in our forums! "Oh, they won't let us in their forums!" Strickler and his cohorts shout out! "The Yankees have acquired a phobia over their forum security; they are horribly palsied by their own insecurities," they bemoan.
At this point I could say, "See what happens when we allow Rebel dudes to post in our forums! See what happens when we courteously open our tavern doors to the 'Gentlemen of the South?' See what advantage they take of our hospitality?" But I won't say that. No, I'll not have it said that the AotT's Old Abe Tavern will turn away any thirsty officer of the ACWGC!
(Speaking of which I'll have a couple of beer tankards and a whiskey chaser!)
What should I say, instead, that would put an end to this unfair business? What could I possibly do to quiet this unreasonable prattling and dispell this notion that Rebel officers are unwelcome in Yankee drinking establishments? The answer, sir, is obvious.
JUST LOOK AT YOURSELF!
Look at the horrible condition you have put yourself in! Look at how those liquor stains on the chest of your uniform coat have bleached it into looking like your wearing a dirty white bib? Look at the scraggly, unshaven bush that you call a beard! And where is your hat, sir? I'll tell you were it is: sitting crumpled under the barshelf of the old Abe Tavern where you forgot it! Look at you, sir!
Your sword, sir! Where is it? I'll tell you again! Its sticking out of the rafters of the ceiling in the Old Abe Tavern! And your sidearm, sir, look at it! Its missing a hammer! What do you suppose happen to it? I'll tell you, again! You broke it off cracking walnut shells in the Old Abe Tavern! Look at you, sir!
And your boots...look at your boots! They are no longer distinguishable as to their correct side! You have so often pulled them back on to the wrong feet after awakening from your drunken stupors that they are now completely misshappen! Look at the sleeves of your uniform coat, sir! The topsides are grotesquely shiny from all of the foam you've wiped from your lips! And must I call attention to that far away, besodden look in your eyes? Admit it, sir, you were barely able to stumble in here, having no real sense of where you are and no real care for the sordid example you set for all of the officers of your command!
You have become a pathetic, horrible representation of an officer of the ACWGC CSA! And I salute you, sir, for your very unique and exemplary accomplishment! For you, and you alone, have achieved that which all other Rebel officers have apparently failed to do; that is, make posting within a Yankee tavern! Yes, what you have done, sir, goes far beyond any poor, spoken remonstration I might be able to make in this regard. You are the living proof of Southern persistence and ingenuity. You have dispensed with the unbecoming moanings and complaints of your peers and have actually done that one thing they could not have accomplished.
YOU ACTUALLY MADE POST IN A YANKEE TAVERN!
Look at you, standing there with your head so wobbly and your gaze uncertain, a shining example of what a real tavern raider is all about! And were I you, sir, I would hurriedly excuse myself before those who have been exposed for their hypocrisy should grab you and hide you from us! But before you and I each take his leave, I want to congratulate you and shake your hand for the wonderful job you have done. I salute you again! Here, have this seegar with my compliments!
_________________ General Jos. C. Meyer, ACWGC Union Army Chief of Staff Commander, Army of the Shenandoah Commander, Army of the Tennessee (2011-2014 UA CoA/GinC)
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