DAN PROFT COMMENTARY: My heavens, Paul Harvey sure left some details out about these people in his “So God Made a Farmer” commentary. The 2016 election when professional Beltway bloviators embarked upon anthropological pilgrimages to rural America to study the strange life forms that subsist there and behave in the most curious ways, doing things like voting for Trump, have now concluded.
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My heavens, Paul Harvey sure left some details out about these people in his “So God Made a Farmer” commentary.
I guess those heady days after the 2016 election when professional Beltway bloviators embarked upon anthropological pilgrimages to rural America to study the strange life forms that subsist there and behave in the most curious ways, doing things like voting for Trump, have now concluded.
The committed anti-othering set has replaced their introspective “how thick is my bubble?” with the rhetorical and more convenient “how racist, xenophobic, anti-gay and authoritarian is my food provider?”
The sneering ad hominem certainly saves a trip and at least three stops at a charging station.
If you’re worried itinerant identitarians will struggle to address the moral quandary of patronizing their fav farm-to-table eateries knowing doing so would be underwriting the Fourth Reich, fret not. Some nonbinary philosophy major from Mount Holyoke will offer that, “As La Rochefoucauld observed, hypocrisy is a tribute that vice pays to virtue.” Everyone in the pronoun posse will harrumph agreement, share the talking point at the next Students for Justice in Palestine riot and the cover story will be codified.
Speaking of patronizing, these revelations about hillbilly honkies are unfortunate slights to the “love is love” Left who inclusively turned a blind eye to the Farmers Only dating site which, it’s safe to assume, is a front for inbreeding and bestiality.
Even Vice President Kamala Harris took the time to extend a personal peace offering to the overalled bigots from Hazzard County in order to save our democracy by compassionately offering to protect Bo and Luke Duke from the oppression of presenting personal identification prior to voting.
VP Harris realizes rural voters live in the 18th century and the concept of a photocopier is as foreign to these raging ruralies as putting a man on that celestial body of green cheese 240,000 miles from Earth.
But, there’s just no pleasing some people.
Alas, Trump is the GOP’s presidential nominee again and, despite the Promethean efforts of America’s cosmopolitan betters, the rural crackers have returned to the primordial soup.
If we are to continue evolving as a species, it is time the urban and urbane leave behind the territories where the hills have eyes.
It’s the only way to send the proper message to other obstreperous, gauche and pimply constituencies like Latinos who are presently supporting Trump by a 46-40 margin, according to the most recent NY Times/Siena College poll.
The 54% of suburban voters voting for Trump, per the most recent CBS News poll, also have to be told to get on the bus or be left under it…as to do the 57% of Independents…and the 48% of women…and the 49% of college-educated whites…and the more than 1 in 5 black Americans all voting for Trump.
There’s another new book out about rural voters authored by two Colby College professors entitled, “The Rural Voter,” for which they conducted more than 10,000 interviews of rural voters to understand the nuances of their political views rather than just smearing them with cheap caricatures.
They argue shared values and community identity are the ties that bind rural voters saying, “One of the reasons it may be hard for Democrats to go into rural areas is that they’ve come to believe these are bastions of crazy Trumpers…But what we show in this book is that there are genuine concerns that pre-date Donald Trump by decades. Take the anxiety that all Americans feel about the future, double it, and extend it back extra decades. That’s the story of rural America.”
The metropolitan clerics have no time or interest in such subtleties.
Fine. Their brutishness is going to mint a lot of “rural voters” who don’t live out in the sticks.
In the immortal words of Eddie Albert, keep Manhattan, just give me the countryside.