Land of the brave… home of the free?

That’s not quite right, but he’s not a mind for details. The whiskey slurs and slops in his stomach like a bad dream. American flag shorts. Unemployment lines color his future.

The men America left behind sit huddled in the truth of their own misery. While gold litters the streets of the coastal elites, there is nothing left for them in the Rust Belt. Torn asunder by progress and conservatism. Dust to dust, skin to skin, they watch their America quietly shatter under a God they don’t believe in.