Duck Dynasty’s Phil Robertson visits Alabama and advocates teen brides

In a town infamous for it’s bigoted, inglorious racist history, and “dry” Oktoberfest, comes this not-so-unusual item.

The north-central Alabama town of

Alabama: I love my state, and despise her corrupt officials.

This entry starts out in a wee bit different tenor, then points directly at the problem.

Read on to see what I mean.

Not many folks may recall Alabama‘s state song, which lyric reads, “Alabama, Alabama, I will aye be true to thee. From thy Southern shore where groweth, by the sea the orange tree.”

As a kid, I kinda’ thought it was

Cussin’ in the kitchen and other ignominies

Regular readers of this blog will acknowledge that, while there are many subjects about which I write and opine, the entries wherein I write about myself are rare, exceedingly so. That is upon purpose. As I have written in the front page This blog is about… “What you won’t find here are observations about my personal life. I won’t – and typically don’t – write about my relationships with my family or friends.”

As I now see, Zemanta has suggested the following tags: “profanity,” “politics,” “Mark Twain,” “health,” “Satan,” “Oh Hell,” “fuck,” and “shit”.

How quaintly appropriate.

There are a few omissions.

However, I shall spare you kind readers those blue notes.

As astute observers have read, I am a native Southerner. I take some degree of pride in that fact. That means, that by default, I stand with such historical greats, notables and traditions as: