and did not the Lord say unto his chosen pointy-heads:
"Yea, when thou dost cast thy vote unto the ballot, doth not the Okra whither upon the vine?
Take unto thee thy Sheppard and loose it upon the defilers of the true White path, e'en as they tread upon thy land, and see the might of My works as it doth render mine enemy's *** as like unto a bag of ground beef."
And Varus was sore afraid and did take up his shotgun to smite the lowly voters e'en as they did skip work for three hours. And he did mark himself with the signs of his devotion, and the Confederate Flag upon his tractor did flutter in the breeze.
Thus spake the Lord unto varus, yet the democrats did eat babies and give Texas unto the ********* and did marry lesbians unto lesbians, and Kerry did flip and, yea, did he flop.
And the prophet Dubya did stride forth across his mighty doman, and Al-Q'aeda did grin from ear to ear."
Here endeth the reading from the book of Varus.
Please stand while we raise our voices to the Lord. Turn to page 146 in your "Grand Old Opry book of Thigh-slappin' Hymns."
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"I started out with nothin' and I still got most of it left" - Seasick Steve