We drive Jeeps and F-150’s and Harleys, not your Prius and Smart car. We wear Red Wings and shit kickers, not your Birkenstock clogs. Our homes smell of beef roast, firewood and Hoppe’s No. 9, not your rosemary aromatherapy and tofu casserole.
And we are coming for you, Liberals.
Our heroes are those who died on Omaha Beach, Iwo Jima and Ramadi, not your heroes who spread their legs for Planned Parenthood. We cling to our Bibles, you cling to your Alinsky. When we come for you, Liberals, we will show our faces so you can see the steel in our eyes and the edge of our teeth, not hide behind black masks.
Yes, we are coming for you, Liberals.
We put in 10 hours a day on a factory line or hunched over a car’s engine, not the 10 hours a day…
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