This is part of an email sent by a buddy to my group of friends little post college/highschool email group.  I received this before this years LSU/UM football game.  This friend is an Ole Miss alum and currently attends a graduate school in New Orleans.  I didnt post it up on the site due to the timing.  It is one of the greatest hate rants ever and I felt that it was my duty before the basketball version of the lsu/um rivalry to let others outside of our little email chain group feel the hate.  Some parts have been edited to remove some peoples names......so fuck lsu, let the hate ensue......

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Alright,

         I know not all of you are Ole Miss fans - nobody's perfect, and I know that some of you may not give two shits about the game this weekend between the Rebels - or the flood or whatever the fuck we're calling ourselves now – and the Tigers.  BUT, you should.  These inbred, circus-clown, corn-dog loving, mouth-breathing carneys down here in the hipster sanctuary of the South are fucking insufferable, which is why I'm writing.  I want to wipe the stupid smiles off the faces of each and every one of these cajun pricks who dream about a Nick Saban cum-shot surprise every night.  I won't be in attendance at the game or the grove, so I won't be able to dish out the hate live and in person.  Thus, this email disseminated rant...

  FUCK LSU! Fuck everything about the entire god-damn state of Louisiana and its gay-ass flagship university! To those who think LSU fans are cute and deserving of respect, get fucked... preferably by a low-life meth-head dressed in an LSU-ish red and blue pimp-suit with glitter.  I used to be a member of this group who "respected" LSU fans for their audible presence.  To me, I have only this to say: "Pop that collar homeboy! You are a motherfucking bitch, [NAME OF AUTHOR]!"

   LSU, get fucked... I wish I could be there to get pissed.  Those that will be at the game and are thus in the good graces of whoever the fuck decided to make 40% of my grade due on Monday, get pumped.  Be a dick! throw corn dogs at these fat pieces of shit and squirt mustard at their kids, take swigs of whiskey and blow it through a zippo right in the stupid yellow face of Mike the Tiger, while yelling "From Dixie with motherfucking love."  Make it known that this is a new era of Ole Miss football.  Make it known that Mississippi > Louisiana.  Let it be known that {EDIT} is the new sheriff in town, and we're arresting faggots.  Let it be known that LSU fans will not take over every bar of every town of every away team.

          If we win, dominate the square, dominate the bars, dominate the skirts.  If so much as one of these po-boys lands himself an Ole Miss hottie, we've failed (I'm looking at you {NAME}).  If we lose, blow up the square.  I was there in 2003, the last time this game meant something.  I can't describe the horrors of witnessing the nutria worshipers flood the square in their smelly purple windbreakers and ransack Oxford. I'd rather see the square nuked than even think about listening to these cake-eaters talk about how awesome that corn-dog stand was by the Blind Pig. Go up to the square, lure the gutter-sluts away with promises of funnel cakes and cherry-flavored hand grenades, and then lock them in Clant's house so the deliverance can begin.  Fuck hospitality, fucK being warm and embracing fans.  I don't want any of these people to ever want to come back to Oxford. FUCK LSU!

 Hotty Toddy, Who Dat, Ride or Die, End Rant.

Oh, and insert something derogatory about an alligator/pelican crossbreeding harley driver ... Forgot to mention that.