The Moose Lodge, where... southern men of extreme pride and sun-baked necks... gather to drink beer, play pool, ogle admittedly unattractive women, and just all around fart about.
Sure, it doesn't sound like much, until you realize that the Moose Lodge is much more than a Southern Watering Hole. People have died in that lodge. People have been born in that lodge. People have proposed and gotten married in that lodge. The lodge isn't just a lodge, it's the last remaining bit of America: the real America. Not the America where politicians argue pointlessly, gigantic corporations control everything, and everyone's fat from eating too much fast food. The America where Men are men, where the beer's always cold, where everyone lives in small houses surrounded by dirt roads and beautiful meadows, where you don't get slapped with a lawsuit for punching some ass in the face because he was talking crap about your mama/wife/girlfriend, and where people who serve in the armed forces are still heroes, dammit!!!