“But we got all dem Gravy Seals! Ain’t they good for somtin’?”

Yes, and you give yourself da Beetus buying soda with the food stamps paid for by New Yorkers.

The sad part is how hard the South committed to losing. Not lost take the L and walk it off. Generational losing. Epic, century-long losing every single fucking day of every life of every redneck, cracker-ass dipshit. Systematic losing, so deeply ingrained that even when they get ahead a little bit, one fucking Yankee asswipe cons half of them out of their every last dime. And they’re glad to give it up.

Roman empire levels of tragic, really.