I Still Chant TSWRA

because I know they weren’t the ones that stole our tra-dish-uns. You know, except for the whole “won’t stop chanting TSWRA” thing. That worked out well.

Solid Billy Madison reference

And the Valley Shook then…?

what you’re saying is that if we don’t have a mascot that you personally like, then we should burn the school down?

Seriously, why? Why not the class who fought fascist Germany during WWII? Why not the class which fought for Civil Rights? Why not the class who had young men drafted to fight in Vietnam?

Beer.

Educating the people of its state is the purpose of a public university.
+ Takes money to accomplish it.
= Me being ok with the University of Mississippi making money.

On another note, I am totally against getting rid of the “Ole Miss” nickname mostly because it really has nothing to do with this argument (as far as a converted Southerner can see, forgive me). However, I really don’t care if our university stops going by the name of the yearbook and is instead called the “University of Mississippi” in everything that is published from this day foward. If you were truly proud of your state, you would probably make sure to say that you graduated from/go to/flunked out of the University of Mississippi and to make sure that anything you are proud of is in fact associated with Mississippi. That would be a way of paying tribute to what the class of 1863 stood for.

You ever been through the windshield of a car? I have. It hurts like hell. You pick glass out of your scalp for weeks after the fact if you’re lucky enough to not die in the crash. Granted, I didn’t have my seatbelt on because the piece of shit got stuck (was conveniently recalled by Ford the week AFTER my wreck) but I still chose to drive the car without a working seatbelt.

Do you really think making a seatbelt law was to generate money for the government and insurance companies? Seriously? Maybe, just maybe, it was to keep people from dying from broken necks after drunk people run stop signs and hit them at 2 o’clock on a Saturday afternoon.

Let me guess, you also have a friend named Ted who lives in a one-room shack in Montana who likes to send “packages” to people they don’t even know. Dude, go store up some rations for the 2012 apocalypse or something.

Ding, Ding, Ding!!

You get an award. There isn’t really any rebellion here at all. When it all comes down to it, this is a sports blog. You just happened to shit in the wrong field because this sports blog happens to be run and followed by people a whole lot smarter than the average bear (get it? LOLZORZ).

Then take a break from posting.

… as in "The Mississippi Delta begins in the lobby of The Peabody Hotel and ends on Catfish Row in Vicksburg…"
                            — Author/Historian David Cohn, 1935.

I don’t expect you to know that since you’ve generally proven yourself to be ignorant with the things you have written in the comments sections for the past three days you’ve been visiting this site. But while we’re on the subject of fish, I’m perfectly fine with Mississippi having a tradition of raising the finest farm-raised catfish in the world. I will not order catfish if it’s not from Mississippi. And yes, I ask before I order.

To answer your question of “why do they leave tobacco products on the shelves?” is somewhat of a slippery slope. Why do they leave alcohol on the shelves? Why let people buy sodas? How about we ban cupcakes too since we all know sugar is bad for you.

Here are some better questions for you: Why do people smoke when they know it’s bad for them? Why can’t some people have the sense to not drink and drive? Why do you drink Dr Pepper all day long when water is cheaper and good for you? It’s called free will. People who smoke make the decision to do so. People who drive drunk choose to do it. People who stuff their face with sugar all day long end up fat. There are plenty of other people who are able to have a single glass of wine with dinner or designate a sober person to drive for them. If you’re hungry have a salad or have a Snicker bar. The choice is yours. I find it ridiculous to say “Ban Snickers!” just because it’s not a healthy food. Just because I disagree with something doesn’t mean I want everyone else’s choices to be taken away from them.

Yes, in 2003 the administration decided to remove Colonel Reb from the sidelines. But in 2010 the students made a choice to move forward and select a new mascot. You can say what you want about how they were “tricked” into voting or whatever nonsense you want to continue to spew forth, but the truth of the matter is that the students voted in an overwhelming fashion to leave the past behind and move forward in a positive direction that they would have a hand in.

Maybe you don’t like it. You’re allowed to not like it just like you’re allowed to like mayonaise. But don’t sit here and tell me that I don’t know my history or that I’m being disrespectful to the University Greys because I’m okay with the idea of the school moving in a different direction that might actually help us out.

It’s very fancy. You should look into it.

Don’t wear your seat belt. Nobody cares. Free will, bro. You choose to not wear it because it wrinkles your camo before that all-too important meeting you have with your KKK brothers at the local truck stop and you don’t like that. Whatever. Maybe you won’t get caught. “Trap averted.” While you’re at it, just let the kids ride in the back of your pickup truck because I’m sure those child safety seat laws were just a money making plot by insurance companies for the government to get your money.

You’re right about one thing: we can’t change the past. But what we can do is to change the present and try to make things better for people in the future. Your argument holds about as much water as a 3 year old trying to tell his mom that he would like to continue to wear diapers because that’s the way it’s always been and, well, frankly, he’s perfectly fine with pissing and crapping on himself because “moving to the potty is a lot of trouble.” Pretty soon he’s 6 and he’s the only one wearing diapers and all of the rest of the kids on the playground (you know, the rest of the NCAA in this analogy… you do know what an analogy is, right?) are making fun of him.

Fantastic.

Maybe you don’t eat catfish but I’m sure you eat pork products. No? Maybe you should check out the “sanitary” living conditions at poultry farms.