The first great love of my life was a coal miner’s daughter from Parkersburg, I still have some of her ashes left, I should leave some there next time I pass through that way.
Is this some sort of confession?
Creepy as hell.
UnAmerican tell at the very least.
Oh, another White Nationalist...
Damn.
Are you surrounded by them?
Sounds like I pinched a nerve.
"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744
