Some shit never changes 
Edit for context: this is a letter from a woman named Eliza Clay, who inherited a collection of plantations in Southeast Georgia. Here were her thoughts after the war:
Some shit never changes
Edit for context: this is a letter from a woman named Eliza Clay, who inherited a collection of plantations in Southeast Georgia. Here were her thoughts after the war:
Fuck it, saying it. Sherman didn’t go far enough.
Do it again, Uncle Billy.