Flyover State Americans Don’t Believe the Media Swill
Flyover State Americans Don’t Believe the Media Swill
Americans are tired of being told they are bad. So tired of the divisive labels, put in place to weaken us, and to make us mirror the incessant bratty behavior of many in the Media. Little wonder why there’s no cross over between the media personality who makes us feel great about America, versus one who thinks the “flyover states” are full of bitter envy.
Have you ever seen kids fight? The escalation just ratchets up to the point that the fight becomes the reason FOR the fight. They don’t even remember what they’re fighting about, they just want to win. That’s the direction our nation is headed. The media encourages this because it feeds their bottom line, encourages viewership, and they can spin it to support their agendas.
They fill the space with noise and chaos, but the room is empty of substance. We NEED substance.
Is there any wonder that almost 2/3 of the people polled after the SOTU had positive feelings about what the POTUS said? It’s not surprising that the positive affirmation of what our country is (more importantly WHO our country is) had resounding success. We long to feel unified with our neighbors. Americans don’t care that their neighbor doesn’t look like them. Only that they share the interwoven values supporting the fabric of our communities. Fairness, honesty, loyalty, mixed in with respect for a good day’s work. Be the work is under a car or overlooking the skyline.
One of the most popular TV shows was “Dirty Jobs“, with Mike Rowe. I didn’t tune in to watch how to clean bat poop (though interesting), but to feel connected. I have never cleaned bat poop, but as a nurse, I wiped plenty of booties. I can commiserate about dropping off my clothes in the garage because the overwhelming stench was too much for the house. Watching the show left me happy and enlightened. There was nothing to be offended about, and no offense to give. Only shared pride in doing an essential, yet decidedly, unappreciated job.
I am not remotely surprised that his new show “Returning the Favor” is a success. Rewarding people who better their communities is a good thing. He doesn’t limit the reward to only one type of group or political affiliation, but rewards the acts and outcomes that help everyone in the community.
This is appealing, and I think most Americans can relate because they care about their neighbors. Our empathy isn’t based upon a political affiliation. The politicians and media would have us do it. They want us to label ourselves and others as a means of dividing us. My neighbor ceases to be Juan, but becomes the Mexican-American next door. The ladies on the corner are no longer Samantha and Brenda, but the same-sex couple who must only be identified by their sexual preference. Giving them labels removes individuality, and places them in a group. On “Returning the Favor” people are just good humans. Period.
“Become like us to be happy!” is the view of those who swallow the divisive swill. On the surface this idea is contradictory, because the media and politicians love diversity. The first thing they note is that others are different from them, and theirs is the only path to group cohesion. You must become like them, or chaos will reign. No meeting in the middle, no change on their part. You are welcome only after you shed your individuality and join them with a pre-assigned label. “You can be an individual, but first check this pre-sorted box and get your designation….”
Bill Maher is a great example of this ethos. He states it very plainly that Americans living anywhere but Blue Bubbles are miserable and filled with envy. I beg to differ, Mr. Oblivious. I will happily trade my DC lifestyle for a place where I can take someone at their word, over a 20 page contract. A place where my neighbors watch my house for safety instead of casing it when I leave. A school system where my kids aren’t imbibed with the idea that success is found only at the end of a 4-year degree.
I’ve lived in some really small towns (Thanks USMC!), in really Red dots. The experiences I took away are that people pull together. They know their neighbors, and help strangers. Need proof? Compare the outcome of Hurricane Katrina in solidly Blue New Orleans, to Hurricane Florence in very Red Eastern North Carolina. In Eastern North Carolina … Looting…. Not really. Gangs causing mayhem…ah, nope. Some parts were without power for a month or longer. There was no Hollywood concert to raise money for rebuilding. People helped their neighbors. Strangers became friends, and friends became family. The places you call flyover country, filled with bumpkins who lack for not living in your Blue Bubble …. They pulled it together and made it through as a group.
This is what you don’t understand Mr. Oblivious. You imply that the way to happiness is through access to art made possible by public grants (funded via the taxes forced on those undesirable envious little people). Your cosmic Blue Bubble head can’t understand that “educated doesn’t mean smart.” Presuming that the people who live in Blue Bubbles all enjoy the perks of your rarified air is ignorant of the reality.
Those Blue Bubbles you claim as the best places ever …. Well, they are pretty much not that way for the lower income people who live there. Income inequality is greatest in the Blue Bubbles. “Oh, but there are more wealthy people in Blue Bubbles….” Yeah, and how’s their influence working out for those below them? It’s not. The only way most people ever see “Public funded Art” is by working your cocktail party. If there was no feeling of envy within your own Blue Bubble, AOC would still be slinging drinks in a dive bar. The reason a Socialist was elected in a Blue Bubble is because your system fails to care about anyone outside of your tiny group.
There’s a reason that the people living in those flyover states don’t elect Socialists! It’s because they take care of their friends and neighbors. A community filled with bumpkins understands the value of the individual, and supports it. Understands that the entire community shares a fabric and keeping it strong is essential. They don’t visit a public art show with ” The Starry Night” on display. They sit around a backyard cookout and see the real thing. When is the last time you saw anything real?
It’s obvious that you are enjoying life in a Blue Bubble. Being carted around like some prized goat. You don’t walk those busy streets or ride a crammed car on the subway. You ride in a Limo. Or a private jet. You have staff who are paid to endure the drudgery of daily life in the Blue Bubble you claim is so great.
Maybe you ought to get out, and see what reality is like in the Blue Bubble. You can trudge your grocery bags three blocks through the rain, and then up a flight of stairs. You can wait 45 minutes in the freezing snow for the public transportation, hoping to get a seat. How about you wait in an endless line to access the public museum you claim as an indication of culture. Maybe then you will appreciate the “envious” rancher who made your $50 steak possible. The farmer who grew the organic cotton where you rest your inflated head on 1500 thread count sheets. All those tiny minded flyover people who make life possible for the rest of us. If you can’t do this much, then just download some of Mike Rowe’s programs. Then maybe you will understand why people in flyover states are content, far away from your Blue Bubble.
Like you said, Mr. Oblivious, it’s your party and we’re just bitter that we aren’t invited. No worries, I won’t put a turd in the punchbowl because you won’t eat your own kind.
I’ll stick with my kind. The ones who don’t see a label, but a real person. Regardless of any identifying difference.
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