Just when you thought everyone knew their proper place and station, the Rebs decided that they didn't like the way the Yanks were conducting their forum communications! They were so upset that they sent a high-ranking delegation of officers right on in to Washington, D.C., to protest what they felt was unnecessary obstructionism to free speech. Dubbed the CSA WWW Contingent they angrily sat upon the steps of the Capital Building and refused to move until their complaints were heard. Unfortunately their were so upset that reporters could only make out their slogan chant of "WAH, WAH, WAH!"

Having publically made such a disgruntled spectacle of themselves they finally decided to go back from whence they came; but not before one of the Washington newspaper correspondents managed to capture this likeness of them.



Most observers felt that this display, while earnest and well-conducted, lacked any real chance of successfully admitting them to the Yankee forums. Local whit, Christopher Clapper, was heard to say, "I think all they wanted was to let off some steam and grab a few drinks at Willard's!"

Esteemed Suhs!

I have followed this conversation with a growing sense of Shock and Awe!

Shocked I am at the pomposity of the Union contributions.

And in Awe at the heights of idiotic belief that Yankees still hold, that They are somehow superior in intellect by comparison with the Southern gentlemen attending.

The contributions from the South on this Topic have in the main, focused on the seemingly endless plethora of 'Drinking Establishments' established by the Union and the pathological nature of the Unionist need for Secrecy.

Quite simply put Suhs - it's pathetic.

A Southern Gentleman would never be interested in frequenting these Union dens unless it would be to

a) Re-decorate it.
b) Liberate the Booze before it turns bad.
c) Sneak a preview of the latest Embroidery Patterns the Auld Ladies of the Union Officer Corps are planning to display at their next Tea 'n' Crumpets review!!!!

Do Ye swap clever tactics in these éffete soirés? I doubt it . . . considering the inability of Your Officer Corps to capitalise on a freely given Gift of a couple of cigars and the entire Maryland Campaign Plans. Not indicative of a Cunning Wit or Lightning Thought Process . . now is it?

Do Ye drink manly amounts of booze? A Southern Gentleman drinks whisky from a Tumbler . . the Union Grunt (ahem! . . . Officer) - from a Thimble - usually Ma-Maws. (there's always a few spare thimbles handy, after the Embroidery Classes!)

And then . . . . Which true Southron would - by choice - park his Ass on a wage-slave lackey's splinterfest that passes for a chair or stool in a Union Cocktail Lounge?

Pshaw!

Keep your little secrets and long may they amuse Y'all . . . . .

Give Me a stump in a swamp, with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a keg of beer in t'other anyday . . . . rather than that dirty water, served near a bottle of poncey aftershave, that a Northern 'Man' swigs down by the drop and calls an alcohol-fuelled night on the Rough! (Psst . . . . . don't Tell Ma-Maw!)

Real Men talk out loud and guffaw . . not like the North's behind hands whisperings and girly giggling.

Me Dear Auld Granny has more hair on Her chin than Y'all have on Your B.......... Rotfl!

Pat.