When Rednecks Reject Republicans

Attention ICE-holes:

I don’t like the redneck-ignorance-is-bliss attitude or way of life. But having grown up where there were more rednecks than cow piles in a pasture, I can tell you that when a redneck turns on you she or he with family, a group of 10 to 15ish, will drive up to your front porch in big, I’m talking wide-ass, loud pickups and help you understand a few basic principles regarding the inadvisability of inconveniencing, much less hurting, their mamas or daddies or grammaws or pawpaws.

You might be given a warning if last Sunday’s sermon is still fresh on the heart; no guarantee on that. But their message will be clear, concise though mildly repetitious, and absolutely unforgettable.

One of your visitors will spit tobacco or snuff juice on your picture of Kristi Noem. They won’t care about your mask or your fake badge or your weapon.

Don’t reach for your pistol. You’ll lose your shooting hand.

See that sweet old lady sitting shotgun in the first truck there? She’s not just sitting shotgun. Yep. She’s got one. Granny’s got bad knees, but her eyesight’s 20/20 with glasses. In the 70-plus years she’s been shooting, not once—seriously, not one time—has she missed her target. It’s a gift.

If you fail to understand how things are going to be, there will be no crime scene and no you. Your new friends knew how to disappear lowlifes long before there were soulless people like you hurting innocents.

Looking forward to more redneck rejection of First Felon Trump and team.