An Official Redneck Safe Space

You know what makes me sick?  You know what makes me so mad I just wanna crawl into a pit of vipers and snuggle with a rattlesnake?   Because the way I’m feeling today – that would be my ‘safe space’.

What the hell is this thing going on today with the ‘safe space’?  Your mealy-mouth, little wussy, cry-baby yuppie kids today need their safe space.  Awww. What does that even mean?

Hey – I remember when America – WAS the safe space in this world.  Now you got these emotionally-troubled millenniums… with their trigger warnings… and micro-aggressions.  That even sounds made up.  Hey – I remember when a ‘trigger warning’ was a ‘No Trespassing’ sign.

And besides – and hear me out on this.  If there is anybody in this world… needs a safe space – it ain’t some spoon-fed, coddled mama’s boy with a participation ribbon in life.  It’s a Redneck.

And that’s how come, me and my buddy Pete are designating the Duck Inn – as an official Redneck safe space.

Yeah – the Duck Inn is kind of like that bar in the TV show Cheers – where everybody knows your name.  But if your old lady calls – nobody’s seen ya.  Because – it’s a Redneck safe space.

Globalist plots for a one world government… like soccer… Formula One racing… and men sports, played by women… are never shown on the big screen.  Because it’s a Redneck safe space.

In fact – if there ain’t no good American sports to watch… we’ll flip through the channels until we find Die Hard.  Because it’s a Redneck safe space.

We will not now… or ever –  sell pumpkin spice beer.  And if you need a slice of fruit in your beer – we suggest you seek other accommodations.  We proudly serve the all-American beer you grew up on.   Because it’s a Redneck safe space.

Wake up, America!!  If you’re micro-aggressed by what America is becoming… join us in what America was.  Simply put – simple times… for simple people.  The Duck Inn.  I’m Earl Pitts, American.  Like me on Facebook.  And Pitts Off.

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