“Look, I have some sympathy for those soldiers. Some of them – I mean, look, just because they fought for the south…”
“Fuck those people.”
A burst of laughter from the back seat.
“No I’m serious. Fuck those people. Fuck every last one of them. Fuck those brave and hard done by working class dudes who signed up to defend their homeland-”
“Well, it was their-”
“Yeah, it was their homeland! It was their territory! Which is to say, every last one of them, every last fucking one of them, when you solve them down to the purest and nicest and best and most noble of every last one of those fuckers, when he was presented with the choice between his efforts perpetuating slavery or ending it, he chose to fight to perpetuate it because it was his homeland. There’s nobility in sacrificing for your ideals but if your ideals are fucking vile bullshit then that pisses all over the sacrifice. No. No, it was a slow motion genocide. It was torture and death and it was for people who legitimately felt there was no better idea and the best people in that army were still people who were happy to fight and die to save the lives of the terrible fucking shitheads alongside them who would beat runaway slaves to death for the sin of touching them. Fuck. Those. People.”
It was a good minute before anyone said anything.
“Well!” A beat. “Don’t think… yeah. Well.”
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Man, are you an anarchist or something?