A Prayer For Redneck Jesus

I first saw the words “redneck Jesus” on a NASCAR message board. The poster obviously meant it to demean Dale Earnhardt Jr. and, I suppose, rednecks in general. I work in an office all day, so the reddest my neck gets is mowing the lawn in the summer. There are a couple things I know about rednecks, though. First, this country was built by, and runs, on their strength. Second, infidels believe NASCAR fans are a bunch of rednecks. I guess that makes me a redneck, albeit an honorary one. I’ll wear that title proudly.
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