@gg,
Stay beautiful. We need you as badly as another rusting vehicle hulk in the front yard, but, nevertheless, it is important that you feel loved and accepted.

@gg,
I just want you to know that, should you ever acquire some big boy pants and your own blog, you’ll find pipsqueak ad hominem the height of amusement.

Smitty: gg is your blog version of a bone spur.

gg, please go back across the pond.

gg’s (and the SC Democrats’) homework for the day: View “Robin Hood Daffy”. Pay particular attention to the quarterstaff scene. And the tree-swinging scene. Learn from them.

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Hey Smitty, you know you are not the sharpest tool in the shed. And you’re so blunt!

Granted, none of us are the sharpest tools in the shed of human experience, but as far as fine hone of intelligence, both he and Stacy are pure Damascus Steel to your Ginsu.

Admittedly, this comes from actually knowing Smitty and Stacy in meatspace (for a not-insignificant amount of time), and you here with your often intemperate comments.

They’re apparently bright enough to realize that redundancy does not equal “Teh Lulz!!!!”.

Unlike a certain oozing sore of a commenter I could name.

Lack of barbecue fu is a serious defect in any political candidate, especially one seeking the highest office of a state in the midst of existential barbecue crisis.

South Carolina is noted for its particularly confused conception of barbecue in which not only are multiple styles recognized, but all are treated as roughly equal to real, a/k/a Memphis-style, barbecue.

Any candidate who has ever eaten “barbecue” in Texas or Kansas City, or who has not made at least one pilgrimage each to Corky’s in Memphis and McLard’s in Hot Springs, should be disqualified by statute.

Dammit. Forgot to close an italics tag. Sorry about that.

There is only one true barbecue, and it is from Oklahoma.

The rest of you other, lesser states can continue wallowing in your wasteland of culinary ignorance. We don’t mind. It’s funny!

Randy,

When you’re located so close to Texas it’s easy to mistake anything that isn’t beef brisket, boiled and smothered in spicy ketchup, for “barbecue.”

Barbecue is slow-smoked pork (ribs or pulled meat) or chicken, coupled with a sweet and spicy tomato-based sauce and cooked/assembled consumed in or west of Memphis, in or east of Hot Springs, and in or south of St. Louis.

Everything else bears the same relation, in one degree or another, to barbecue as one of those car kits that you stick on an old VW chassis bears to an honest-to-God Lamborghini.

Haley’s Democratic opponent is of Lebanese heritage, so our next Governor is going to break an old mold one way or another.

Don’t worry about Haley – her asset is her commitment to reform, which is sorely needed in SC. Her sex and her ancestry have nothing to do with it.

A pet peeve of mine is how stupid campaigns are about music rights, though. All of these artists are signed with either ASCAP or BMI. A campaign can pay a nominal fee for events to those outfits and have the right to use their entire catalogs! The individual artists would have no say about it, and the campaigns would be in full compliance with the law. Considering the money they spend on events, it’s a pittance.