When the sun began to rise so, too, did the deacon scaling that sacred rock to the Nimbus Arena where the Holy Trinity resides in petrified consternation. He plopped himself down at the left hand of Lee, gave a grim nod to Stonewall on his stony steed, and from the lap of Jefferson Davis proclaimed the good news: Heritage is the Way of preserving power; the Truth tamed by tradition; and the Life lived in the past. Heritage is the burning cross illuminating the Master's house in the cotton-filled clouds. So blessed be heritage’s most zealous defenders for they shall inherit the blistered remains of the earth. Blessed, too, be any deed done in the name of heritage, no matter how heinous, for heritage sanctions everything except change.
Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief