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.