Goddamn it! Look, I know South Carolina isn’t populated solely by porch-dwelling banjo players of questionable genetic diversity. Some of you know that. But other people don’t know that, and it’s unfair but we have to be extra careful about how we present ourselves, okay? Like women who are commercial fishermen and FBI agents and roughnecks - we have to be twice as good to have half a chance. Okay? We’re in this shit together.
So thank you soooooo fucking much, my beloved fellow Carolinians, for doing your part. Finally, we’ve decided that yeah, we should probably do something about this cockfighting shit that your fucking cousin does in his back yard. So it’s a slap on the wrist, considering, but at least it’s going to trial and it’s in the news. Front page, even! There’s a story about how this guy’s too sick to go to prison and cost us a shit ton of money, and we’re not sending him but we’re putting a leg monitor on him because the judge thinks the guy’s an obvious goddamned liar lying back in the tall grass. Over 20,000 fighting chickens died in this man’s yard, by the way. He’s probably going to lose the family farm due to fees, because he… has no money? Yeah. Right. Anyway.
My god, the comments. “These valiant feathered warriors!” Oh my god! People do not need any goddamned help making us look bad, you moron! Cockfighting is not a “constitutional right” as far as I remember, as this guy claims, but hell, maybe I was out sick when they taught that part of the Bill of Rights.
Oh, and here’s a gem from one of the articles: “Dyal told Currie, “You can go into any abortion clinic, and a woman can have a child sucked out of her womb, and here I am, being convicted of watching chickens fight.”” Goddamn. I mean, just goddamn. You’re being tried in a federal court on animal cruelty charges and you just can’t resist making us look just a little tiny bit worse, can you?
Granted, most people are sane. Most people are normal. But Mr. Valiant Feathered Warriors, fuck you. You are not helping. Goddamn it, it just makes me feel too sad and tired to really bring up the vitriol.