Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The Lincoln Duel




Once again in a Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter........

I realize you must like hearing that faggot portraying Abraham Lincoln with all those "fuck words" in the fiction of people of that era, because "fuck" is what your Pastor says in the pulpit, what your Gram says in asking if you want a fucking cookie with your fucking milk, and of course, God in Heaven, always starts out with things like, In the fucking beginning, God created the Heavens and the earth.

The thing is in reminding you Americans of who you once were, I have these letters from Abraham Lincoln and in none of them, to even his best friend did he ever write anything like, "Four score, fucking years ago..."

Lincoln in his letters spoke of God often enough. So even the fiction of his not having God in his life is just that....a fiction.

I though come to something necessary, as this blog advocates duels for the famous in America, in particular, the politicians and media types.

Abraham Lincoln wrote under the pen name to newspapers as "Becca". In one letter he upset a man named Jas Shields. I do not know if the JAS stood for Jack Ass Shields as that would be redundant, but as he is dead now I doubt I will be challenged to a duel for this malcontent's honor.

Mr. Lincoln sent a message to his Second in, E. H. Merryman, and I believe these are good rules for duels in the Lincoln standard, so I include them here.

If this should be done, I leave it with you to arrange what shall
and what shall not be published. If nothing like this is done, the
preliminaries of the fight are to be--

First. Weapons: Cavalry broadswords of the largest size, precisely
equal in all respects, and such as now used by the cavalry company at
Jacksonville.

Second. Position: A plank ten feet long, and from nine to twelve inches
broad, to be firmly fixed on edge, on the ground, as the line between
us, which neither is to pass his foot over upon forfeit of his life.
Next a line drawn on the ground on either side of said plank and
parallel with it, each at the distance of the whole length of the sword
and three feet additional from the plank; and the passing of his own
such line by either party during the fight shall be deemed a surrender
of the contest.

Third. Time: On Thursday evening at five o'clock, if you can get it so;
but in no case to be at a greater distance of time than Friday evening
at five o'clock.

Fourth. Place: Within three miles of Alton, on the opposite side of the
river, the particular spot to be agreed on by you.

Any preliminary details coming within the above rules you are at liberty
to make at your discretion; but you are in no case to swerve from these
rules, or to pass beyond their limits.



As you see, this was kind of savy of Abe, as he was a tall man, and with a sword he could pretty well stab into an opponent stupid enough to challenge him, and if Shields ever got past the end of Abe's sword, he would probably be too close due to sword length to do any damage.

That Abraham Lincoln was one shrewd man in the ways of the world.

I actually have two battle swords. One is a Crusader Knight Sword and the other is an Asian Tiger Sword. I have done some work with them and they are quite nice for poking holes, castrating and lopping off heads.
I have no experience with cracking bones though and then severing limbs.

That lopping off heads thing is a movie thing, as you sort of need to hit the joint between the spine, as bones do not shatter, unless on has like a battle axe, but I suppose if one draws a sword often enough, they might get lucky and sever a head.
Those Muslims have a hell of a time cutting off heads, and you notice they stopped doing it, as it was work, and more work as humans spray alot of blood, and it is sticky, wet, slippery and stinky. Also stains up the nice turbans.
Yes ritual death is a messy thing, and the Muslim Militant has seen the light.

But in a nice Lincoln duel, it would all be outside and the grass would get a nice fertilization of blood to make it green. I suppose a few picnic bites for the ants would work too, before someone picked up the corpse.

Odd how the feudal media can find Lincoln saying "fuck" all the time, when it is a London word, and yet they never can find the real Lincoln who fought duels.

As duels were outlawed by bully mouths looking to hide behind the law to be evil, I move we call these duels, Lincoln Fucks. Got swords and all for double entendre and if anyone crosses the line they lose.

I keep waiting to here the Fang Jinn announce he has challenged Rush Limbaugh to a Lincoln Fuck. I just hope these two homosexuals do not make the mistake of thinking it is not a duel.


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