what's your policy on fried chicken?

surratt was such an asshole not to mention a coward. he heard his mother (though, she was obviously guilty too) was going to get hanged, had every chance to stand trial and take her place, lessening her sentence, and he didn't.

hmmmm... well it depends how they're cooked i guess

rosalie was super interesting! i love learning about her life

i know every single thing imaginable about john wilkes booth like his family EVERYTHING

i'm typing this from memory so please bear with me. it's my favorite fact:

Did u know once when Booth was a kid, they were very poor living on their farm, and their mother had gone down to Baltimore for a week or two to get groceries. It was Asia, Rosalie Ann (the eldest sister) and John Wilkes. Edwin was acting in California and ballin' while his family was still at Tudor Hall... not ballin'.

So anyway they're sitting around and they don't have any food. Suddenly a VISITOR. Two ladies on horseback come to visit. Friends of their mother. By the way, the servants were all on a bible study trip so they had ONE kid there helping. They sent him to put away Wilkes' horse. Rosalie and Asia pretended he was on the farm working and they started entertaining the guests with talking. Wilkes meanwhile sneaks into the kitchen and starts cooking PANCAKES. THIS IS ALL THEY HAVE, GUYS.

So anyway, the visitors are RAVENOUS and they run out of pancakes fast. Rosalie is like "OHHH HAHA the SERVANTS are so SLOW today (wink wink at Asia, who says she's gonna go get the "servants"- Wilkes.) The ladies are like "oh, we can get them for you" and the Booth sisters are like "NOOOO JAHAHAAAJA there's a DOG in the KITCHEN who will bite you."

So anyway at the end of the day John WIlkes "came in from work on the farm" and talked to the ladies about flowers and they rode off into the sunset. and that's my fav story of the flop Booth siblings. You can read about it on lincolnconspirators.com

speaking of david herold

I haven't talked about abe lincoln death in so long i need to get back on my crazy shit