Civil. War. Americans love to hide behind the word civil. I live in the deep south. Appalachia. It is not that bad a place to live out a life. But there is this problem with the past. It gives people like me – the disabled – flashpoint moments where we can play the observer because confronting hatred is an awesome thing to do, especially if your neighbors have overtly reverted back to Andrew Johnson’s reign of democratic lunacy. One thing saves us. All lunatics go home. Johnson was a democrat. His hatred defined him. We are the culture of hatred. We are able to make things black and white. Which is not to choose. Republicans now have to sleep in the bed they cheated on. There is a solution. Create two countries. One for us. One for them. Then, we can bomb them with civil bombs because Americans fight dirty. The switch to tending to the American lower middle class, more god, less abortion, was a pivot republicans embraced. I am probably the only person in this Appalachian community who is not a republican. I have to be able to live with myself. Republicans drive me nuts. Sometimes, I just want to talk to someone whose entire life is not Jesus Will Save Us From Our Sins. Like slavery. Let us pray (look at the ground). Republicans hate us. Underneath all that churning hatred is a sea of unadulterated fear. Appalachia fears everything. Republicans have rubbed our nose in it. We have actually started to build more schools with the caveat that they all look like prisons. – Tim Barrus