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.