I LIVE WITH REDNECKS
(A Letter to My Libtard Friends)
Yes, I’m one of you. I’m an overeducated lawyer who can’t fix a car, has no interest in hunting, and would give up his citizenship before voting for Trump.
But not too long ago, I moved to a small mountain village north of Phoenix. The roads are dirt. The center of town is an old bar with baseball caps lining the ceiling. And all of my neighbors are rednecks.
After moving, a city friend asked me if I’d bought a gun, and I told him “no, but all my neighbors have 10 or 15.” As long as I don’t become the enemy, I’m safe.