Objects in the Rearview Mirror may be Closer than they Appear
by
Richard Hunter
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Objects in the Rearview Mirror may be Closer than they Appear
Copyright © 2010 by Richard Hunter
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Objects in the Rearview Mirror may be Closer than they Appear
Logan’s 57 Plymouth Fury, Dixie, cut through the silent night along Mill Road as her red and gold paint glittered in the moonlight. Under the warm glow of her dashboard lights, Logan took another shot of a mix of Everclear and fruit punch, affectionately known as “Pink Panther Piss,” and grimaced as he thought of the bastards. Who the hell were they to insult the great South and tell him he couldn’t be proud of his Heritage? He was Logan Edward Beaumont, descendant of the great confederate Captain Conrad Lee Beaumont and grandson to the famous Sherriff Henry Jackson Beaumont. Those damn Yankees thought they could ban Confederate history month because they thought it and the rebel flag were offensive? Just who the hell did they think they were? The South is about tradition; not slavery. Logan believed that uppity elitist president was probably behind the whole thing. Bastard was probably not even American and only a traitor would think otherwise. Logan took another shot and grimaced.
Logan thought of his bleeding heart sister, Alexis Leah, and how she had taken his girlfriend’s side over him earlier that evening. Right now he didn’t care for either bitch because they were traitors to the cause. How could they betray him like that? Hell, how could they betray their own kind like that? They had looked at him like he was the one who was a bastard for being proud to be Southern. He thought it must be that damn liberal media.
It’s not like he did anything wrong was it? All he did was kick the hell out of some punk who insulted the confederate flag. He was trying to say it promoted slavery. So what if the pansy had a different skin color? That wasn’t the reason he whooped up on him. He did it because he was a damn smart assed leftist; not because he was black.
Those people don’t know a damn thing about tradition and honor anyhow, he thought. They just aren’t like us.
It was just his bad luck that his girlfriend saw him do what needed to be done.
That bitch better not like him, he thought. That would just piss me the hell off!