[My mother] worked at the town library, and one day some old man wingnut started
showing up to harass her by telling her to take her Yankee ass back
home, that the South will rise again, and other things you might see on a
bumper sticker or shot glass below the Mason-Dixon line. His friendly visits went on for a few weeks,
until finally one day during his spiel he suddenly pulled a gun out and
pointed it at her. “Get your Yankee ass outta town,” he warned her. My
mother, never surprised by one’s lack of Southern hospitality, slowly
looked up at him, took off her glasses and said: “Mister, I got four
kids at home. Do your worst.” - THE GREATEST BOOK OF ALL TIME
Meanwhile, Garfield du Jour:
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