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re: James Carville wants to name LSU Parade Grounds after Union General
Posted on 4/5/17 at 9:32 pm to OWLFAN86
Posted on 4/5/17 at 9:32 pm to OWLFAN86
quote:
vl100butch
In your experience was Sherman a harsh instructor?
Owlie, he wasn't the greatest tactician, but at the operational level, he was a superb instructor, he understood how to put things in place so you could win no matter what your opponent did tactically
Posted on 4/5/17 at 9:34 pm to vl100butch
quote:did he remember your first name ?
Owlie, he wasn't the greatest tactician, but at the operational level, he was a superb instructor, he understood how to put things in place so you could win no matter what your opponent did tactically
Posted on 4/5/17 at 9:37 pm to SuperSaint
quote:
Its "Ground" not "Grounds"
Don't know why people are so anal about it but they are
Jeez...I thought he had something more significant than that. Most people I hear refer to it as the "Parade Grounds" (proper or not, that's what they call it). It's referred to as both online and in publications. It's irrelevant to the point that I was making in saying I don't think the area needs to be named after anyone.
Posted on 4/5/17 at 9:43 pm to OWLFAN86
quote:
did he remember your first name ?
he always addressed me as "Mr. Butch", Mr. being the proper term of address for a cadet...
Posted on 4/5/17 at 9:45 pm to vl100butch
thank you for your service
Posted on 4/5/17 at 10:06 pm to jbgleason
Carville is a shrewd dude. Naming something at LSU after a person that is so closely tied to LSU but was instrumental in beating the south!!!
Carville was known to start shite back in school daze and never stopped. Adjitating is all he is really doing here. He should keep his ugly pie hole shut. He is just pissed because he couldn't pull killary's fat ugly arse over the finish line.
Hey people, news break - the frickin war is over. History is what it was and no matter what is built, torn down, named after or totally written incorrectly, it can't be changed. There are heros in war and they are on both sides. Monuments of any kind to heros is only appropriate.
We have entirely too many dam real life problems that need our attention right now at this point in time to worry about. Carville, the people worried about statues in NOLA, the fatass community organizer, almost everybody that reading this + everybody that isn't should be spending their time, talents, and money working on the issues of today.
We are already so dam polarized in this country that we are about to lose it. Fuk Carville and every other shite starter in America.
Blessed are the peacemakers....
Carville was known to start shite back in school daze and never stopped. Adjitating is all he is really doing here. He should keep his ugly pie hole shut. He is just pissed because he couldn't pull killary's fat ugly arse over the finish line.
Hey people, news break - the frickin war is over. History is what it was and no matter what is built, torn down, named after or totally written incorrectly, it can't be changed. There are heros in war and they are on both sides. Monuments of any kind to heros is only appropriate.
We have entirely too many dam real life problems that need our attention right now at this point in time to worry about. Carville, the people worried about statues in NOLA, the fatass community organizer, almost everybody that reading this + everybody that isn't should be spending their time, talents, and money working on the issues of today.
We are already so dam polarized in this country that we are about to lose it. Fuk Carville and every other shite starter in America.
Blessed are the peacemakers....
Posted on 4/5/17 at 10:13 pm to The Boat
quote:
Sherman was a POS James Carville needs to stick to his "what Obama's dick tastes like" class at Tulane and leave LSU alone.
Posted on 4/5/17 at 10:24 pm to USMCTiger03
quote:
Sherman was a POS James Carville needs to stick to his "what Obama's dick tastes like" class at Tulane and leave LSU alone.
Sherman was the POS that helped save LSU...no matter what else you think...
I don't think anyone's mind will be changed no matter what's said...frankly, I'm still working on the tank angle, and there is a lot of LSU history tied up with having tanks on campus as well....and YES there was a tank platoon on campus at one time...worked the issue a few years back, could get a M-60 or an Abrams for the price of transport...no older tanks were available
of course if anyone knows where I can find a 75mm bore brush and four rammer staff sections, let me know....
Posted on 4/5/17 at 10:42 pm to lsupride87
Do you struggle with reading comprehension? I said I don't care either way if they name anything after him. He was the first President of the University and should probably be recognized, but what Carville is trying to stir shut up. He wants to name something on campus after a Union General, but he knows nothing about Sherman. Carville thinks he is a white knight Democrat but Sherman owned slaves, didn't believe in equality to them, and was brutal to Indians. He brought this up to piss people off with doing 0 research on what he said.
Posted on 4/5/17 at 11:09 pm to jbgleason
The biggest question still remains. In a time where all things pro Confederacy are being attacked and tried to removed from public, will Sherman's true colors be ignored? Sherman wasn't trying to liberate anyone. He was a loyal federalist. He wasn't some hero to the minorities that took his revenge on the south on behalf of the poor oppressed black. He was just as likely to kick a Native Americans face in as he was to commit atrocities against the south. His raids and war crimes were done to end the way and preserve the union.
Posted on 4/5/17 at 11:11 pm to TN Bhoy
quote:
frick no
Wait, you dropped the F bomb in your analysis? I have no other choice but to agree!
Posted on 4/5/17 at 11:43 pm to Vino24
It was a muggy August day in New Orleans, overly hot for the season, but not uncommon to the locals. The air hung heavy and damp as Skronquavious finished mugging his third tourist of the day. A fine haul of 43 dollars, an iPhone and some jewelry had been well worth beating the middle aged New York native about the face with his pistol. He left her whimpering in the alley as he grabbed the front of his sagging pants and walked away. He overheard the sounds of the local news through an open window. Apparently the city council had voted to remove the Confederate statues in the city, to a raucous applause from the assembled natives. Skronquavious mused on how the city was finally doing something to combat the terrible problems of New Orleans, and rounded the corner with a golden smile flashing across his lips.
He stood in the looming shadow. The sun no longer reflected across his grill. He raised his gaze slowly across the grey-green boots. The trunks of metal legs. The oxidized overcoat.
His brown eyes beheld a bronze beard a foot above his head. Metal eyes met his gaze, empty and unfeeling, silently judging him. His own grew wide with confusion and fear, followed by anger. His gun came up parallel to the sidewalk and his mouth formed into a sneer as he grabbed his crotch with one hand and fired his pistol into the obstacle in his path, each report accompanied by curse from his lips.
The bullets tore through the figure, punching neat holes through the first layer of metal skin and rattling around as they struck the other side, their velocity not enough to carry them through.
The mouth never moved. The eyes never blinked. Skronquavious's sneer turned to a trembling of lips as the golem swung its sword in a terrible arc. The blade made thick, wet sound as it sliced through his neck in a font of blood. His dreadlocks fanned out in all directions as his head rolled into the gutter, like dice in a back alley game.
The General stood sentinel straight, the red gore dripping fromI his saber. Seems he had his work cut out for him. But after all, it was they that had wanted him to come down...
He stooped down, metal joints creaky from a century of stillness, to wipe his blade upon the crumpled form of the former thug. And then, he began to walk. He had his work cut out for him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The crowd protesting around the confederate monument was a hodgepodge of the most virulent strains of Social Justice Warrior. Women, or rather piles of fat and flesh with short, spiked, dyed hair screamed and cackled, their jiggling arms clutching signs denouncing nebulous "racism" and "patriarchy".
Hipsters with skinny jeans and ironic t-shirts also made up clumps, apathetically vaping, their dreads smelling of patchouli and neglect. Some of the darker denizens of the city endlessly chanted tired and uninspired slogans. A motley crew for certain, annoying passersby with accusations of privilege and racism.
Yet the din began to cease as, one by one, they turned to hear the source of a peculiar, unfamiliar sound coming from down the street.
CLANK
A morbidly obese woman with a green pixie cut craned her flabby neck...
CLANK
A woman in a headscarf lowered her black power fist and stopped yelling at a father and his child and turned around...
CLANK
A skinny white male reached his tattooed hand up to remove his false glasses, sure that his eyes were deceiving him...
CLANK
CLANK
CLANK
The noise stopped, and they stood, spellbound, as the figure that should not be towered over them. There was only silence from the crowd now. No chants, no shouts, just the sound of sirens in the distance and the constant hum of the interstate. The figure stared down at the ones who wished to bring him down from his lofty perch of ages. He frowned, perplexed at this curious assemblage of humanity. And then the silence broke, with a trigglypuff hurling her big gulp at him and screaming "frick YOU SHITLORD!"
The styrofoam cup exploded against his metal chest, sending streams of orange soda splashing to the ground.
He cricked his neck twice, back and forth, as the hambeast continued to scream at him. Then, in one swift motion, he plunged his sword into her gaping maw mid-shriek and silenced the horrid noise. His blade stuck out the back of her fat head, bits of blood and brain clinging to it. The crowd stared, slack jawed, paralyzed by the unreal scene that had played out before them. And then the grim, grisly work began.
He stood in the looming shadow. The sun no longer reflected across his grill. He raised his gaze slowly across the grey-green boots. The trunks of metal legs. The oxidized overcoat.
His brown eyes beheld a bronze beard a foot above his head. Metal eyes met his gaze, empty and unfeeling, silently judging him. His own grew wide with confusion and fear, followed by anger. His gun came up parallel to the sidewalk and his mouth formed into a sneer as he grabbed his crotch with one hand and fired his pistol into the obstacle in his path, each report accompanied by curse from his lips.
The bullets tore through the figure, punching neat holes through the first layer of metal skin and rattling around as they struck the other side, their velocity not enough to carry them through.
The mouth never moved. The eyes never blinked. Skronquavious's sneer turned to a trembling of lips as the golem swung its sword in a terrible arc. The blade made thick, wet sound as it sliced through his neck in a font of blood. His dreadlocks fanned out in all directions as his head rolled into the gutter, like dice in a back alley game.
The General stood sentinel straight, the red gore dripping fromI his saber. Seems he had his work cut out for him. But after all, it was they that had wanted him to come down...
He stooped down, metal joints creaky from a century of stillness, to wipe his blade upon the crumpled form of the former thug. And then, he began to walk. He had his work cut out for him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The crowd protesting around the confederate monument was a hodgepodge of the most virulent strains of Social Justice Warrior. Women, or rather piles of fat and flesh with short, spiked, dyed hair screamed and cackled, their jiggling arms clutching signs denouncing nebulous "racism" and "patriarchy".
Hipsters with skinny jeans and ironic t-shirts also made up clumps, apathetically vaping, their dreads smelling of patchouli and neglect. Some of the darker denizens of the city endlessly chanted tired and uninspired slogans. A motley crew for certain, annoying passersby with accusations of privilege and racism.
Yet the din began to cease as, one by one, they turned to hear the source of a peculiar, unfamiliar sound coming from down the street.
CLANK
A morbidly obese woman with a green pixie cut craned her flabby neck...
CLANK
A woman in a headscarf lowered her black power fist and stopped yelling at a father and his child and turned around...
CLANK
A skinny white male reached his tattooed hand up to remove his false glasses, sure that his eyes were deceiving him...
CLANK
CLANK
CLANK
The noise stopped, and they stood, spellbound, as the figure that should not be towered over them. There was only silence from the crowd now. No chants, no shouts, just the sound of sirens in the distance and the constant hum of the interstate. The figure stared down at the ones who wished to bring him down from his lofty perch of ages. He frowned, perplexed at this curious assemblage of humanity. And then the silence broke, with a trigglypuff hurling her big gulp at him and screaming "frick YOU SHITLORD!"
The styrofoam cup exploded against his metal chest, sending streams of orange soda splashing to the ground.
He cricked his neck twice, back and forth, as the hambeast continued to scream at him. Then, in one swift motion, he plunged his sword into her gaping maw mid-shriek and silenced the horrid noise. His blade stuck out the back of her fat head, bits of blood and brain clinging to it. The crowd stared, slack jawed, paralyzed by the unreal scene that had played out before them. And then the grim, grisly work began.
Posted on 4/5/17 at 11:46 pm to Mingo Was His NameO
quote:FWIW I'm also against slavery
Does Carville know that Sherman was for slavery, and especially Savage to the Indians? He fought for the Union because of succession not because of slavery. It really is crazy to me how people that are obviously smart can be so, so stupid at the same time. All you have to do is Google the guy and read for 5 minutes before opening your mouth.
I don't think I'm neccissarily against naming something after Sherman, but the guy stood for everything Carville is against.
In fact i wish slaves had never been brought here
Posted on 4/5/17 at 11:49 pm to Kafka
quote:
FWIW I'm also against slavery In fact i wish slaves had never been brought here
It's the ignominious legacy of the greed of certain southern forebears.
Posted on 4/6/17 at 12:02 am to fr33manator
How about naming something in NO after Spoons Butler?
Posted on 4/6/17 at 12:08 am to Rockbrc
quote:Where in NO do women of the town ply their vocation?
How about naming something in NO after Spoons Butler
Posted on 4/6/17 at 12:11 am to vl100butch
I thought Marc Carleton did a pretty good job.
Posted on 4/6/17 at 12:21 am to Kafka
quote:
In fact i wish slaves had never been brought here
A legacy of committing half of the crime while being only 13-15% of the population.
We should've picked our own cotton.
Posted on 4/6/17 at 12:48 am to jbgleason
Seems reasonable.
If you love LSU, you have to love Sherman. Without Sherman, there is no LSU.
If you love the USA, you have to love Sherman. Without Sherman, there is no USA.
If you love LSU, you have to love Sherman. Without Sherman, there is no LSU.
If you love the USA, you have to love Sherman. Without Sherman, there is no USA.
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