The Year: 1861.
The Players: Southern Gentlemen (with moola) and Northern Gentlemen (with factories that need raw materials).
The Decision: The South will break from the established USA and form their own country.
The Reasons: Colossal hubris and the continuation of slave labor.
“No”, says President Lincoln.
“Yes” say the first shots at Fort Sumter.
“OK. Let’s fight”, says General Ulysses S. Grant.
“Back at ya”, says General Robert E. Lee.
“Holy Shit!”, say most of the ladies.
“Whahoo!”, say youthful men with full bellies.
“Oh oh”, say the same boys after a few years of empty bellies, and cholera.
“How many?”, say the leaders of both sides upon discovering that more then 750,000 men have died and it costs a shit load of money to fund this thing.
“How soon?”, say the same leaders when the Emancipation Proclamation is signed.
“I think I’ll flee to Europe”, says Confederate President Jefferson Davis.
“I think I’ll take in a show”, says President Lincoln.
“Both sides have lost”, say the battered lives of those returning.
“We need to help each other rebuild”, say politicians in Washington.
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