"In God's Country" by Beck Duffield
In God’s country, poverty is a myth. In God’s country, racism doesn’t exist. In God’s country, every neighborhood is your kind of neighborhood. In God’s country, you can pronounce everything on the menu and converse easily with the waitstaff. In God’s country, everyone knows the lyrics of “The Devil Went Down to Georgia.” In God’s country, everyone stands for the same flag, sings the same songs, holds the same hats over the same hearts. In God’s country, there’s always a cold beer waiting for you at the end of a long day. Or the beginning of one. Or both. In God’s country, Sundays are for church and football. In God’s country, the only tattoos are military symbols and bible verses. In God’s country, everyone is armed to the teeth. In God’s country, your kids would never dream of deciding to be gay. In God’s country, your son gets his ass kicked for wearing a dress to prom. In God’s country, you’ll drop a $20 in the plate but call th...