“Daddy won’t you take me down to Muhlenberg County…”

When I first heard this I thought someone was putting me on. However, here’s the link, so maybe it’s the truth.

Now I’m not a really big fan of exorbitantly large gummint but killing federales seems just a bit beyond the pale! I don’t think my ancestors at Pittsburgh back during the Whiskey Rebellion did much more than tar and feather the gentlemen seeking a Hamilton inspired tax on their grains.

Of course, when the census worker came and interviewed me, I told her we had two people living on the premises. When she made further inquiries I repeated two people lived here and she should leave. But, I was very polite.

And, now I ‘m not sure if I was being a cordial PoMoCon or a well-armed Front Porcher?

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