post from texags.com, shows how much they hate us Options

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Found this post over on texags.com. They say we're not rivals but then they post obsessed rants about us like this one:

The time is nigh, Aggies. The tektards are rolling into town in a caravan of late 1950's model Airstream travel trailers as I type this. I first detected the stench of three day old cabbage and grilled rabit meat some time after 1300 hours today. I hate these idiots. I hate each and every one of them to a man. They are worthless. Few functions in life can adequately be carried out by one of these mongrels. Thankfully, as our good friend Judge Smails said in Caddyshack, "The world needs ditch diggers, too."

In recent years, we have become consumed with this matchup. It eats at our souls that these mouth breathing bottom feeders are even in the same ballpark as our Texas Aggies. They destroy us in Lubbock and come to our house and always take us to the wire. It is detestable and sickening. It is as apalling as it is unacceptable. For too long have tektard QB's thrown for 500 yards per game against our defense. For too long, have sand flea offenses ran the three man weave up and down the field scoring at will. For too long have these insignificant cretins marred the landscape of the glorious spectacle that is college football in America. For too long has this abortion of an institute of higher learning embarassed the greatest state in the union. For too long has this circus been left unchecked to run amok. They are an unmitigated disaster. Unfortunately for tektard, its sideshow football program is about to get railroaded like Jenna Jameson when she's on the clock.

Tomorrow, our boys are going to battle with these mongoloids on the hallowed grounds of Kyle Field. Every seat is sold. Every chair on the track will have a screaming rabid fan in it. 87,000 people will be there to witness the glorious spectacle. The tards bring an offense capable of putting up tons of yards and tons of points, with receivers that any team would love to have. They've got the most prolific passer in Texas high school football history taking the snaps and a front seven on defense that's going to be ready to prove that they're a formidable front against the run. They've got Lumpy carrying the clilpboard, who is by all accounts, a brilliant offensive mind. They're in our heads, and they know it.

I don't give a damn about them.

Tomorrow, my friends, is about us. It is about making a statement. Tomorrow, my friends, is about a reckoning.

Martellus Bennett. Stephen McGee. Mike Goodson. Jorvorskie Lane. Cody Wallace. Yemi Babalola. Chris Yoder. Kirk Elder. Corey Clark. Justin Warren. Devin Gregg. Arkeith Brown. Misi Tupe. Red Bryant. Jason Jack. Chris Harrington. Alton Dixon. Mike Bennett.

These are just some of the men we're taking into battle tomorrow. These young men take with them onto the field tomorrow the burning hate of 1,000 suns. They are ready. They are prepared. The time for excuses is over. They have worked for this game each week of the season, and dating back to spring ball. This game is our focus. It will be our renaissance. Our boys will do their job. The question, Ags, is this: Will you do yours?

We as fans are known as a kind, respectful, hospitable bunch. I am sick of that garbage. It's time that we start showing tek the hate. These people are worse than the sips. They are the scum of the earth and it's time to let them know it. Every time you see a group of these idiots, I charge you to immediately kick in the teeth of the men and promptly bed their women. When you're done, get up and go find some more. If you are walking around our fair city without having to carry a towel to periodically clean up the foam that is surely coming out of your mouth by now, you are not doing your job. Give them hell from the second you see them til they're running like geldings screaming for mercy. When it's game time, you have an entirely different task.

When that ball gets teed up, it's time for you to step it up and do what thousands of Ags have done before you. It's time for you to stand and yell. Do whatever you can to make as much noise as is humanly possible. I don't care how you do it or how stupid you look. When you're there, it's the only thing you're good for, and you need to perform. Bang on your chairs. Bring lemon juice to maintain vocal chord integrity. Scream at the absolute top of your lungs and don't let up until the scoreboard says 00:00. We are going to take these @#%$ to the woodshed. We're going to take the opening kick off and we're going to cram it down their throats. We're going to throw all over their rag tag secondary. We're going to give the ball to the Lufkin Locomotive and he's going to take it to the house. And when we do, then it's time to go to work. We are going to skull f*ck Graham Harrell. First it's going to be Bryant. Then it's going to be Jack. Then it's going to be Mel. Then it's going to be Justin. Then it's going to be Misi. WE ARE GOING TO KNOCK THEIR D^&$S IN THE DIRT AND PICK THEM UP TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN. I FREAKING HATE THESE IDIOTS WITH EVERY OUNCE OF MY EXISTENCE. WE ARE GOING TO DOMINATE. WE ARE GOING TO HIT THEM IN THE MOUTH UNTIL THEY'RE BLEEDING FROM THEIR EARS!! WE ARE GOING TO PUT AN END TO THE REIGN OF THE TARDS ONCE AND FOR ALL AND YOU'RE GOING TO DO YOUR DAMN PART! DON'T LET UP AND DON'T LEAVE ANY OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE 'EM PAY!!!!!!!!! TELL EVERY TARD YOU SEE TONIGHT THAT THEY BETTER GET LAID ONE LAST TIME TONIGHT BY THE GONORRHEA CARRYING SKANKS THEY'VE GOT IN TOW, BECAUSE TOMORROW IS DOOMSDAY!

THE BELL TOLLS FOR THEE, TEKTARD. THE BELL TOLLS FOR THEE!