Inglourious basterds, all right: it takes a special kind of stupid to ID your home base on your shields.

I was worried, this last few days, that no one from the Tar Hell State was up to Charlottesville- being so close and all- to offer their defenseless selves up to the slavering, rage-filled Negro hordes of BLM and their equally angry Hillarlesbian galpals.

But today in The Atlantic, I see that Ernest T. Bass and his inglourious basterds got goggled up and coaxed the pickup northward in defense of General Lee and the way things oughta be. #MakeAmericaHateAgain!

"It's like Old-School GPS, y'know what ah mean, Vern?"