Quin, your denunciation of “the lickspittle, pathetic, obsequious RNC” is a keeper, a fine specimen of classic Southern invective. An angry Southerner can be a frightening thing to behold. Exactly once in my adult lifetime I made my older brother Kirby genuinely angry, and I pray never to see him angry again.
The all-time championship of enraged Southern rhetoric is still held by Nathan Bedford Forrest, for his famous farewell to Braxton Bragg:
“I have stood your meanness as long as I intend to. You have played the part of a damned scoundrel, and are a coward, and if you were any part of a man I would slap your jaws and force you to resent it. You may as well not issue any orders to me, for I will not obey them, and I will hold you personally responsible for any further indignities you endeavor to inflict upon me… and I say to you that if you ever again try to interfere with me or cross my path it will be at the peril of you life.”
The guiding priniciple in such discourse is: If you’re going to cut a man, eviscerate him.