Dear Peckerneck (An Open Letter To, Well, A Peckerneck)

Driving this morning, saw a bumper sticker (I know better than to read bumper stickers on penis trucks*. So I read the bumper sticker. Derp.)

The bigger the GOVERNMENT

the smaller the citizen.

Ermf.

Dear Peckerneck,

Kiss my ass, you dumb inbred sonuvabitch motherfuckin' redneck.

The "GOVERNMENT", dickweed, is us. You goddamn coward. People with yer lil' rebel opinion lack the brains, motivation, or courage to take your own responsibility within a civil society. You just want to take advantage of it, you know, roads, anti-penis-truck-theft laws, and then bitch about paying for it, or bitch about other people, those without genitalia issues, being on the same roads as your precious masculinity replacement. Go home to your man-cave and Bud Light and 9mm dick and hide, and let the rest of us go about trying to maintain a country. Kthnxbai.

*Penis truck - Any combination of dually rear tires, roll bars, KC lights, deer cage, window cling of Calvin pissing on something, owned by a man with a small penis and inability to relate to living women who needs something to remind himself that he is ALPHA©®™!