Post by Brochfael on Apr 4, 2005 19:39:15 GMT -1
Someone on the board mentioned that they lived in Alabama so I thought I'd mention a story that a great friend of mine (who also posts here) told me. There is supposed to be some truth in it so if you know whether or not it is true I would be delighted to know.
The story begins in a redneck bar somewhere in the deep south where a small group of young ne'erdowells are slowly getting drunk. Suddenly one of them pipes up "I'm bored, I wanna go out and hang me a nigger". The barman replies " There ain't no niggers round here son, they all got the message, upped and left years ago. But I do hear tell o some hippies out camping on the hilla couple of miles thattaway."
The young thug cheers up and says yeehaa I'll jus go hang me a hippy, c'mon y'all." So he and his mates put on their white robes and hoods, pack a cross with kindling and sett off in their pickup.
They screech into the clearing drive over the fire and leap out ready to give the good news to the flower power generation. BUT there are no flowery prints, no kaftans and no afgan coats!
There are instead a large number of big beefy bearded blokes wearing horned helmets and mailshirts armed with swords, spears and rather large axes!
It just so happens that the young Klansmen had crashed the Southern Asatru association and I'm sure I don't need to tell you the the Southern Asatru association happen to take quite a dim view of such behaviour so before they can leap back in their pick up the rednecks are tied up by their thumbs and the Asatruar are gleefully discussing how they are to be sacrificed!
One asatruar is all for flaying them alive, another wants to wrap their intestines around a tree but in the end the general concensus is for a blood eagle. Now if you don't know what this means a blood eagle is this: First an incision is made from the throat to the navel, then the ribs are smashed and the lungs extracted from the chest of the still living victim. The lungs flap about spraying blood everywhere hence "blood eagle". This is explained to the young interlopers who promptly lose control of their bodily functions and faint.
A couple of hours later they come to their senses to see that the fire has burnt down to embers and the asatruar are nowhere to be seen. Their pickup has been carefully dismantled into it's smallest component parts and they are still firmly tied to the trees. To start with they are giddy with relief but as it starts to get cold and dark they begin to worry about being out in the wilderness all night so it is with some relief that they see flashing lights on cars coming up the hill. They have little fear of the local police who are likely to be sympathetic. However when the cars arrive it is not the local police but the state troopers who proceed to arrest them for being members of the Ku Klux Klan.
As a footnote to this tale it is noted that the said state troopers just happen to be big beefy bearded men!
The story begins in a redneck bar somewhere in the deep south where a small group of young ne'erdowells are slowly getting drunk. Suddenly one of them pipes up "I'm bored, I wanna go out and hang me a nigger". The barman replies " There ain't no niggers round here son, they all got the message, upped and left years ago. But I do hear tell o some hippies out camping on the hilla couple of miles thattaway."
The young thug cheers up and says yeehaa I'll jus go hang me a hippy, c'mon y'all." So he and his mates put on their white robes and hoods, pack a cross with kindling and sett off in their pickup.
They screech into the clearing drive over the fire and leap out ready to give the good news to the flower power generation. BUT there are no flowery prints, no kaftans and no afgan coats!
There are instead a large number of big beefy bearded blokes wearing horned helmets and mailshirts armed with swords, spears and rather large axes!
It just so happens that the young Klansmen had crashed the Southern Asatru association and I'm sure I don't need to tell you the the Southern Asatru association happen to take quite a dim view of such behaviour so before they can leap back in their pick up the rednecks are tied up by their thumbs and the Asatruar are gleefully discussing how they are to be sacrificed!
One asatruar is all for flaying them alive, another wants to wrap their intestines around a tree but in the end the general concensus is for a blood eagle. Now if you don't know what this means a blood eagle is this: First an incision is made from the throat to the navel, then the ribs are smashed and the lungs extracted from the chest of the still living victim. The lungs flap about spraying blood everywhere hence "blood eagle". This is explained to the young interlopers who promptly lose control of their bodily functions and faint.
A couple of hours later they come to their senses to see that the fire has burnt down to embers and the asatruar are nowhere to be seen. Their pickup has been carefully dismantled into it's smallest component parts and they are still firmly tied to the trees. To start with they are giddy with relief but as it starts to get cold and dark they begin to worry about being out in the wilderness all night so it is with some relief that they see flashing lights on cars coming up the hill. They have little fear of the local police who are likely to be sympathetic. However when the cars arrive it is not the local police but the state troopers who proceed to arrest them for being members of the Ku Klux Klan.
As a footnote to this tale it is noted that the said state troopers just happen to be big beefy bearded men!