State of the Mountain Address

[ChampFerguson]

 

4/20

Hindquarters in the Saddle

Headquarters in the Hat

 

 

The Greater Coach T Community,

 

 

 

It has come to my attention there has been an escape attempt from the Yankee occupied territory of Signal Mountain.This would be understandable but for the fact the perpetrator is a Yankee himself.It remains to be seen whether the attempt will be succesful or not, but Bill Price is seemingly trying to get out of town in front of the torches and pitchforks.An old truism says,"you can't fault a man for trying to better himself".

As I gaze from the east brow at the little people below, I can appreciate the sense of superiority attained by holding the high ground.The overriding question occurs, why are some of us chosen to rule, while others are chosen to serve?

As a commander and leader of men, I feel an obligation to nurture those under my command. That is why I cannot fathom why CBP would lead these young men into the maelstrom of 4A football, only to abandon them to an ignominious disaster of multiple defeats. He obviously cared enough at one point to cheat.

What has changed?

 

 

 

Your Obedient Servant,

 

Capt. Ferguson

[MountainTroll]

You, sir, are a murderous yellow-bellied scoundrel of the lowest repute. While your Rebel rousing may play well with the secesh graybacks in the valley, I can assure you that your treasonous accusations will not be abided on this Mountain. I will have you know that there are no yankees on the ridge called Walden. The carpetbaggers to which you refer occupy the far mountain called Lookout. Us Mountain folk are firmly entrenched on the high ground and are secure in our station. We remain firmly committed to our General Price, and he to our cause. Your slanderous remarks amount to high treason in these parts, and all attacks by your guerrillas will be vigorously repelled. I advise you and your men to stay far away from the east brow, else you be discovered some months later at the bottom of the escarpment.

[barb]

You, sir, are a murderous yellow-bellied scoundrel of the lowest repute. While your Rebel rousing may play well with the secesh graybacks in the valley, I can assure you that your treasonous accusations will not be abided on this Mountain. I will have you know that there are no yankees on the ridge called Walden. The carpetbaggers to which you refer occupy the far mountain called Lookout. Us Mountain folk are firmly entrenched on the high ground and are secure in our station. We remain firmly committed to our General Price, and he to our cause. Your slanderous remarks amount to high treason in these parts, and all attacks by your guerrillas will be vigorously repelled. I advise you and your men to stay far away from the east brow, else you be discovered some months later at the bottom of the escarpment.

We'll see how "firmly committed" to the cause your General Price is when he runs out of imported conscripts to press into service. Unless there is to be some new barracks built on the mountain, the new recruits may not be able to secure lodging for their period of service to the cause. Of course, if General Price can obtain the proper credentials from his superiors, he might not flee...perhaps he should find a capable officer to decipher the complicated procedures for securing additional troops.

[MountainTroll]

We'll see how "firmly committed" to the cause your General Price is when he runs out of imported conscripts to press into service. Unless there is to be some new barracks built on the mountain, the new recruits may not be able to secure lodging for their period of service to the cause. Of course, if General Price can obtain the proper credentials from his superiors, he might not flee...perhaps he should find a capable officer to decipher the complicated procedures for securing additional troops.

 

Hush, woman. Go roll some bandages for your boys, and make me a sammich while you're at it.

[ColonelIngus]

We'll see how "firmly committed" to the cause your General Price is when he runs out of imported conscripts to press into service. Unless there is to be some new barracks built on the mountain, the new recruits may not be able to secure lodging for their period of service to the cause. Of course, if General Price can obtain the proper credentials from his superiors, he might not flee...perhaps he should find a capable officer to decipher the complicated procedures for securing additional troops.

April 24th, Year of our Lord 2012

Encampment, East shores of Chickamauga Lake

 

My Dearest Barbara,

 

The light off Chikamauga Lake reflects the moon on this cool cloudless night. It takes me back in time and I recite aloud a haiku I read as an underclassman studying at West Point.

 

The moon departs

frost falls upon the

morning glory.

Then, as I survey the words from your forked tongue, I find satisfaction with your choice of author, or lack there of, from which you plagiarize your own signature.

 

Any true student of great literature recognizes the signifigance with which such things must be meditated upon and ultimately chosen. A short simple essay, poem or even the stoic death haiku of a Japanese samurai can transcend what the lay man could not say in a lifetime with words ∞.

 

What one must also account for is the Architect of such things. You chose Joseph Rudyard Kipling, or as Orwell properly labeled him, "the prophet of british imperialism." Upon this second consideration, your candidate has been found vastly wanting.

 

This poor excuse of a man's life holds no quarter in the discussion of what is to be a man. Born into privilege only to cowardly explore the parts of Gods Great Creation that the crown's soldiers had already slithered across before him, as to rape and pillage in it's name. By his experiences, birth right and a british passport were the only intangibles as to what beget a man.

 

I can only surmise, by your reference of such a person as Mr. Kipling, that you have sadly lived your entire life in the absence of any worth while examples of men, and only spent a rudimentry amount time amongst even the lowest level of parlor soldiers, at best.

 

Due to this, it finds no man here astonished that you choose to don the childish tin crown of a bona-fide imperialist, whilst chastising another, of your own likeness, that you see on the horizon as the threatening usurper of your own ill gotten gains.

 

Good day,

 

Colonel Enel Ingus

Edited April 25, 2012 by ColonelIngus

[allthatmatters]

Hush, woman. Go roll some bandages for your boys, and make me a sammich while you're at it.

 

 

Please stock pile the bandages for when they descend the mountian to try and conquer the artificial battle fiend in G-ville. Greene eggs and ham would be appropriate for the sandwhich. It would be an appetizer before the boys of the east in Greene serve up a full meal

[allthatmatters]

Hush, woman. Go roll some bandages for your boys, and make me a sammich while you're at it.

 

 

Please stock pile the bandages for when they descend the mountian to try and conquer the artificial battle fiend in G-ville. Greene eggs and ham would be appropriate for the sandwhich. It would be an appetizer before the boys of the east in Greene serve up a full meal

[WiseOldManGiles]

April 24th, Year of our Lord 2012

Encampment, East shores of Chickamauga Lake

 

My Dearest Barbara,

 

The light off Chikamauga Lake reflects the moon on this cool cloudless night. It takes me back in time and I recite aloud a haiku I read as an underclassman studying at West Point.

 

The moon departs

frost falls upon the

morning glory.

Then, as I survey the words from your forked tongue, I find satisfaction with your choice of author, or lack there of, from which you plagiarize your own signature.

 

Any true student of great literature recognizes the signifigance with which such things must be meditated upon and ultimately chosen. A short simple essay, poem or even the stoic death haiku of a Japanese samurai can transcend what the lay man could not say in a lifetime with words ∞.

 

What one must also account for is the Architect of such things. You chose Joseph Rudyard Kipling, or as Orwell properly labeled him, "the prophet of british imperialism." Upon this second consideration, your candidate has been found vastly wanting.

 

This poor excuse of a man's life holds no quarter in the discussion of what is to be a man. Born into privilege only to cowardly explore the parts of Gods Great Creation that the crown's soldiers had already slithered across before him, as to rape and pillage in it's name. By his experiences, birth right and a british passport were the only intangibles as to what beget a man.

 

I can only surmise, by your reference of such a person as Mr. Kipling, that you have sadly lived your entire life in the absence of any worth while examples of men, and only spent a rudimentry amount time amongst even the lowest level of parlor soldiers, at best.

 

Due to this, it finds no man here astonished that you choose to don the childish tin crown of a bona-fide imperialist, whilst chastising another, of your own likeness, that you see on the horizon as the threatening usurper of your own ill gotten gains.

 

Good day,

 

Colonel Enel Ingus[/size][/size]

 

The Sun shortens

leaves fall freely

victory-less mountain.

 

Sumimasen!

 

Ano Simple Mountain no chinke.

 

Nameru ja nai Greeneville ano Giles.

Aite no nai kenka wa denkinu. Omae Simple Mountain no denkinu.

Simple Mountain wa deru kugi wa utareru ano tte kanji.

Simple Mountain omake!

 

Sayonara!

[likearock]

From the many above ramblings it looks as though we may all lose our minds before the fall games finally get here. Maybe a little hit of spring scrimmages can help to bring a bit of sanity...but then again it may only make the desrie worse.

[ColonelIngus]

The Sun shortens

leaves fall freely

victory-less mountain.

 

Sumimasen!

 

Ano Simple Mountain no chinke.

 

Nameru ja nai Greeneville ano Giles.

Aite no nai kenka wa denkinu. Omae Simple Mountain no denkinu.

Simple Mountain wa deru kugi wa utareru ano tte kanji.

Simple Mountain omake!

 

Sayonara!

April 25th, Year of our Lord 2012

Encampment, Dallas Bay

 

Mr. OldManGiles,

 

You will forgive me if i elect not to further imbibe myself in your contributions to these discussions.

 

As I have found that it behooves one to not engage parties that feel it necessary to proclaim themselves wise, while no public record exists to solidify such a pompous claim.

 

Good day,

 

Colonel Enes Ingus

 

post script; You would be wise to keep you breath paced while you await further correspondences from my self or my men.

Edited April 25, 2012 by ColonelIngus

[WiseOldManGiles]

April 25th, Year of our Lord 2012

Encampment, Dallas Bay

 

Mr. OldManGiles,

 

You will forgive me if i elect not to further imbibe myself in your contributions to these discussions.

 

As I have found that it behooves one to not engage parties that feel it necessary to proclaim themselves wise, while no public record exists to solidify such a pompous claim.

 

Good day,

 

Colonel Enes Ingus

 

post script; You would be wise to keep you breath paced while you await further correspondences from my self or my men.

 

Preamble; One should refrain in direct debate with those who appear imbibed. What company of men would follow a proclaimed leader of such a white flag demeanor?

 

Golly. I failed to recognize you were of French origin. Surrender at all costs before the orders arrive to advance.

 

and,,,,, in the South we just say P.S.

I am two tank certified. Absence of breath is of no concern..........

[sawdust76]

Preamble; One should refrain in direct debate with those who appear imbibed. What company of men would follow a proclaimed leader of such a white flag demeanor?

 

Golly. I failed to recognize you were of French origin. Surrender at all costs before the orders arrive to advance.

 

and,,,,, in the South we just say P.S.

I am two tank certified. Absence of breath is of no concern..........

somebody speak in hillbilly tounge.there's a fifty percent chance i'll know what you're talkin bout!