If you were to buy a pack of cigarettes and a single-serving of Mrs. Wagner’s pies, if you were to sate your lungs with tobacco and satisfy your sweet tooth with tiramisu, if you were to do these things before boarding a Greyhound in Pittsburgh, why would you look for America by leaving the heartland of America? Why would you trade authenticity for artifice by going from the small towns of America to America’s second largest city, where the signpost is the ultimate sign of insincerity, where the HOLLYWOOD sign is itself a knockoff? Why would Democrats seek a sign from this façade of scaffolding, pipes, wires, and poles?
The most liberal stars of the most popular shows know as much about America as they think they know about their fellow Americans. Which is to say they know nothing.
I know of what I speak, because I live and work in this town. I grew up in this town, the son of Hollywood royalty and the stepson of a rock star. So while my father and former stepfather may come from humble origins, I originate from a place where humility is a sin and hedonism is a virtue. That catechism of wealth and fame nearly cost me my life, leaving me as a twice-divorced drug addict with no reason to live. I am alive and well, thanks to the grace of God and the kindness of friends and strangers.
What I do not know is how Democrats intend to connect with voters by visiting celebrities who have no connection with people who voted for Donald Trump in the last presidential election. How many of these celebrities are voters? Are they even registered to vote?
When was the last time they did something besides registering an opinion by raising their voices and shouting obscenities? When was the last time they tried to listen to the voices they do not hear because they choose to deny these citizens a chance to be heard?
Come Election Day, Democrats may not like what they hear.
At least we can say, they were told.
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