Soon we'll all have to conform to a society that mandates testicle smashing skinny jeans as proper dress attire, because Luke Bryan thinks it's cool. Sure, we'll riot, but who am I to kid. Us Wrangler wearing country nomads are a dying breed, and soon they'll break us.
See, I don't believe there is any purity left in our government - it's done gone. And if we're being totally candid here, I only halfheartedly believe in scent elimination products. Gasp...I know. However, I most certainly stand for the sanctity of marriage and George Strait's music: but with that being said, it still wouldn't be right for me to cast judgment on those who don't live their lives in the same manner in which I do. So, I keep my damn opinions to myself, as best as I can, and I pretend that that my fellow citizen's feelings matter, even though they don't. It's called being insincere, it's the polite thing to be.
It's odd really. American's tout their beliefs in individuality and self expression, all the while they condemn each other for their difference of opinions. Example: Florida Georgia Line, Jason Aldean, and so on, are all labeled as Bro-Country (their pictures even come up when you Google it) and are considered by the masses, or those who cling tight to their Brooks and Dunn albums, as posers fronting as country boys. On the other hand, so called "Outlaw Country" sung by Waylon, Willie, Hank, etc., was also shunned, but more for its provocative lyrics and carefree lifestyle. Which begs the question, do all these naysayers have a leg to stand on and a legitimate reason to speak out, or are they just a bunch of whiny ass little brats? Rhetorically speaking, of course.
Frankly, I won't stand for it. Nor will I dare challenge the very foundation on which I have built my life upon. I'll vigorously fight any institution that tries to hail me as a helpless sheep bound by the mercy of its butcher. Aaron Tippin said it best, "You've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything[.] You've got to be your own man not a puppet on a string". It's wild to think such profound words came from a mullet wearing muscle man, but Aaron knew what he was talking about. Actually, we all saw this day coming from a mile away. The writing has always been on the wall, we just chose to ignore it.
So, from here on out, I'll openly stand my ground and willingly choose to make waves to avoid the riptide, because America is changing and not for the better. Now, there's plenty of room for all walks of life at my table, but if you want to debate the ethics of or bad-mouth crossbow hunting, long range shooting or the issue of concealed carry, I recommend that you hold your tongue. And if you have the audacity to praise Obama Care, or to chastise my heavenly father and service men and women, I'll have to refer to Mr. Travis Tritt and tell you, "Well here's a quarter, call someone who cares"!
Hugs, Handshakes and Don't Mince Words!