Once in a while I hear someone talk about how we need a civil war. After hearing stories of what happened to my family, I really hope it never comes to that. A family divided. Father against sons, brother against brother. Tales of picking corn out of mule shit to plant. Newlyweds getting accused of being spys and the new groom getting hung in front of his bride. I wonder how bad it has to be before its worth it? How close are we?. Just my Wednesday night drunken musings from thumbing through the family bible.