I won’t surrender to the Red Hen. Never.
What the hell does that mean? You go to them to suffer their bigotry and distaste for everything political they don't agree with? You purposely let them get under your skin? To what end? For what reason?
When I left home to go into the military as a young man, my dad gave me some sage advice.
Half the people you meet in the world will not like you no matter what you do or say. Don't spend time focusing on that half.
Focus on the half who like you or at least on those who don't hate you. Makes for a much more pleasant life experience.
The Little Red Hen is out of sight, out of mind to me. Let them wallow in their own liberal, hateful juices. I'll just go somewhere else to eat. Life's too short to fight every little battle.