Anthem For Trumpets
As the unfair Mueller witch-hunt continues its snail’s pace toward a conclusion which will certainly be bad for President Donald J. Trump, his die-hard supporters are getting a mite despondent. It seems that honest, upstanding white supremacists can’t catch a break nowadays. Armed bands of rabid, violent Antifascists are breaking up their peaceful demonstrations on campuses all across the Republic, and the purveyors of fake news on TV and in the papers are blaming the wrong side. The police are doing their best to put down the rioters, but morale is low among the loyalists. Sad, sad. What they need is a sprightly ditty to lift their spirits and stiffen their spines. So in the loving spirit of Valentine’s Day, I offer my brothers and sisters of the hard right the following, which dates back to the Reconstruction Era. Perhaps they might use it as a marching song when they exercise their Second Amendment rights and start a second War Between The States.
The Unreconstructed Rebel
(to the tune of “Lily of the West,”
lyrics by James Innes Randolph, a Confederate Major)
Oh, I’m a good old Rebel,
Now that’s just what I am.
For this “fair land of Freedom”
I do not care a damn.
I’m glad I fit against it –
I only wisht we’d won.
And I don’t want no pardon
For anything I’ve done.
I hates the Constitution,
This great Republic, too,
I hates the Fed’ral Army
In uniforms of blue.
I hates the nasty eagle,
With all his brag and fuss,
But the lyin’, thievin’ Yankees,
I hates ‘em wuss and wuss.
There’s three hundred thousand Yankees
Lying dead in Southern dust.
We got three hundred thousand
Befo’ they conquered us.
They died of Southern fever
And Southern steel and shot;
And I wish it was three million
Instead of what we got.
I can’t pick up my musket
To fight ‘em any more.
But I ain’t a-goin’ to love ‘em,
And that is sartain sho’;
And I don’t want no pardon
For what I was and am;
And I won’t be reconstructed,
And I do not give a damn.