See, usually as you are all well-aware, I am pretty much peace love and understanding guy to a fault, a pacifist to a fault, empathizing to a fault but...
There's something so repellent about the racism and the sense of blind entitlement that the Confederacy represents and the way that those senses of entitlement and hate and the defense of willful ignorance just echo down through American and world history because we did not just shame the fuck out of those monsters down through the years, it snaps off that "understanding" part of me and...
Fuck it, they should'a burnt down Atlanta a couple more times, salted all the fuck*ng fields south of Gettysburg, just... no no no no no. You have failed "The South as a Historical Premise" and you do not have the Konami code. Game fuck*ng over, motherfuckers. You end.
It's a way of thinking that's so antithetical to my vision of living and a way of thinking that is still so much a part of why things are still fucked up in America that, fuck it, the little Ghandi in me takes five and "Jesus with the Axe" shows up and wants to just wipe that entire way of life, that entire culture, off the fuck*ng map of history by any means necessary.
It's not rational. Lincoln was probably ultimately right that the only way to minimize it was to open arms back up but, yeah.
A part of me looks upon that whole way of thinking like an infestation of spiders or a cancer.
Stomp all over it, rip it out, remove the contagion before it spreads again.