In past times I served as an officer in a Southern Heritage organization.
I have the pedigree to be a member of most all American organizations for descendants of the most prestigious European immigrants of history except the Mayflower bunch.
Not one drop of puritan yankee “witch” burning child gang raping till death mass murdering blood runs in my veins.
I never joined but two of the Southern Heritage organizations and got tired of their incompetence and hypocrisy soon enough.
The Commander of the Camp as it was called was a man he and I had walked through history together.
We both knew it.
We always fought for the same causes but always bumped heads over the way to get it done.
We were friends who respected the abilities of the other regardless of our differences.
We would get notices when someone in the organization died along with the official obituary.
Man died one time who must have belonged to every select organization out there and each was listed in his send off piece.
I told my friend, and now he is dead and no one gives a shit about all those organizations he belonged to.
He agreed.
Fame is fleeting.
You don’t take worldly wealth with you.
All you really have is what you did right in a life, and the lessons you hopefully learned from the things you did wrong.
Take the damn mask off, tell those who would be your rulers to go have sex with themselves and embrace reality.
The Ole Dog!
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