Editor’s Note: While the media and other leftist elites ignore the millions of folks living in “flyover” states, they do so at their own peril; it was this silent majority that put President Trump in the White House. Each week, Liberty Nation gives voice to the hard-working heartlanders who are silent no more.
Heartlanders are a hardy group: Below zero temperatures do not stop the rural folk from feeding livestock, breaking up water trough ice, stopping by the market for supplies, or raising a glass of the good stuff at the local tavern. There are no sissies in view. And as such, cursing at the TV during the never-ending circus in the Swamp and having messages of unity jammed down their throats has become entertainment in the murkiest of Joe Biden winters. And watching Karma pimp-slap a few RINOs made for great political theater. This week was a veritable hoot.
Ah, the Glory Days
For the folks who reside in red states, amid said polar vortex, nothing quite satisfies the cabin fever symptoms as much as celebrity woke folks being caught with their pants around the ankles. Well, perhaps not literally, as the complete details continue to unfold. Mr. Bruce Springsteen, the star of the Super Bowl’s stellar Jeep commercial – more fricking unity – has been found to have a recent driving while intoxicated arrest last November.
Instantaneous guffaws reverberate over hill and dale at the irony of such a spokesperson for a moving vehicle.
The Boss, it seems, went out for a drive and consumed entirely too much tequila. He also allegedly refused to take a breathalyzer. The unfortunate park ranger making the arrest, R. L. Hayes, witnessed Bruce “consume a shot of Patron tequila” and then attempt saddle up and run. Upon approach, Hayes describes the musician: “[He] smelt strongly of alcohol coming off his person and had glassy eyes.”
Chortle worthy, right there. Jeep suddenly deleted the commercial dubbed “The Middle” and may be hesitant about hiring the next woke celebrity. Time will tell, but until that moment of epiphany, folks are going to talk.
Especially chatty seem to be Ohioans. Ginah Hankins Shaw was one who waded into the fray: “That awkward moment Jeep tries to show how ‘Woke’ they are by getting a hate-spewing famous guy to preach unity and promote them – until an inconvenient fact of his less than stellar behavior comes out and now have to do damage control for his DWI.”
Steve Ducsay offered to rebrand the leather-faced rocker. How does everyone like “Booze Springsteen?”
Is Honest Abe Ready to Haunt These Yahoos?
Republicans have been using Abraham Lincoln for a century-plus to promote honesty, love of country, grace under pressure, and to gloat about how they were the first woke folks in America. It’s used successfully to fundraise, with Lincoln Day the primary annual celebration and fundraising event of many state and county Republican Parties.
But 2021 has a decidedly different feel as the Trump-hate-spawned Lincoln Project stews in the sour juices it created. Co-founder John Weaver – a prominent politico holdout from the days of Dubya – is the focus of a predatory pay to play scheme of his own doing. It seems Mr. Weaver was engaged in luring young men to perhaps have sex with him to get a lucrative leg up in politics. Flyover folks who had no time for the likes of the Lincoln Project are now allocating a few minutes to rant about this group of disaffected Republicans.
In Waldo, OH, Brad Hastings was crystal clear on the group:
“Lincoln Loggers were lecturing / denigrating Trump and Trump Supporters for 4 straight years on morality and conduct unbecoming of the POTUS. Meanwhile, their own Head Lincoln Logger was busy stalking, grooming, sexually harassing, and molesting underage boys. This is Karma on full display.”
Ouch.
A bit further north, in Custer, WI, Jerry Peplinski was a bit kinder: “The Lincoln Project was old worn-out has-beens and rejects,” he wrote. “So, nothing is shocking about them.”
Will John Weaver join the likes of Harvey Weinstein and Ed Buck? Heartlanders are betting on just that.
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