There is no finer expression of beauty in the South, than to watch your child at rest. And no greater motivation for resolve at Identity Dixie, as to ensure that all our children’s children do such resting in an independent Dixie.
I gazed upon an angel’s face,
as she rested upon her pillow.
Pictured with most covetous eyes,
Never would I share one frame.
For there on her cotton resting place,
The purest of creamy skin, flowing blonde hair, eyes of clearest blue, opening for just a moment.
She dreams of creatures, places, I’ve long forgotten.
The toss of her head from side to side.
I am arrested in my heart, thinking she may wake.
Resolved in my selfishness,
knowing this heavenly voyeurism would be over.
I find myself casting my voice toward the divine,
Hoping to be heard in the only request I have today.
“Please, let this time, these images be suspended forever, to be held captive, in safe retreat within my mind.
Allow death to come before a thief, such as time or decay, rob me of what I have witnessed today.
The purposeful image of divine imagination, resting on a humbled man’s cotton pillow.”
Deo Vindice!
God save the South!
Service to God and honor to the South.
Seeing to it that our childrens children DO rest peacefully in an “independent” Dixie, will only require that we want it … and put forth routine effort to achieve it. Routine meaning, we form new “habits.” Once a week we’ll do (?). One weekend a month we’ll do (?). And one WEEK per year we’ll do (?). Then of course there’s the obvious “campaigning for,” the most pro Dixie candidates in EVERY election … provided they publicly promise – among other things – to deport all 3rd world darkies and arrest CEO’s who hire them.
Get a nice “daily / weekly / monthly planner,” and get to thinking!