J. D. Pendry

J. D. Pendry

I am that segment of America you all currently call Main Street. I am as Middle America as middle gets. I have much more than blue collar roots. Well at least you could see Dad’s blue collar, rest his black lung racked soul, when he shook the coal dust out of it. I also did some time on the factory floor in Chicago before enlisting in the Army. There was no community organizer pretending to look out for me.

Life is not always easy out here where people live a real life, but most of us wouldn’t trade it for anything else that the rest of the world, including the alternate universes you live in, has to offer us. Your universe? That is where the basic principles of honor and morality were discarded long ago – replaced by self-adulation. You lie to one another; you lie to us and worst of all you, with relative ease, you can look at your image in the mirror and lie to yourselves - all for the sake of political power, some self-perceived prestige or some utopian ideology that history has repeatedly proven a failure.

I am not the Joe Six-pack you envision. I know you better than you know yourselves and that of course will ultimately lead to your end. For us intellectually deficient out here that name just calls up an image of someone who is quite average, but I know what you see when you use it. That term of elitist endearment gives you an image of some pot bellied guy, wandering out of the liquor store with a 12 pack of beer, lottery tickets and half his butt crack sticking out from his jeans. Mr. Six-pack is your guy. He didn’t work today or most days because you extended his unemployment insurance. Your bus will pick him up on Election Day and you will give him a carton of smokes, promises of more of my money and maybe even a mortgage he can’t pay back for his vote. I don’t know what other images you get in your mind whenever you refer to me and the many millions like me who happen to populate this great land with one of those expressions you use to demonstrate just how in touch with us you really are. Your actions lead me to believe that you see a pathetic imbecile that cannot survive without your grand intervention, a collection of bitter, uneducated people clinging to guns and Bibles.

Maybe I should offer you another image. I go to work every day. I provide goods and services that people want and need. I get grease and dirt beneath my fingernails turning the wrenches that keep our great and free country chugging steadily along. I serve in the Police Departments, Fire Departments and Armed Forces of my country. I do many other necessary jobs that are probably well beneath your oversized egos and those prestigious educations of which you are so proud. I pay taxes. You waste them. I pay your salary by reading what you write, watching the movies you make and tuning in to the nightly propaganda productions you call objective journalism. If I contributed as little to my country materially and socially as you do, I could not earn a living out here in the real America. Neither could you. Your product, your Washington Speak and Hollywood nonsense have become quite stale. Imagine a place where a Barbara Walters enabled Whoopi Goldberg can call someone else stupid and you have the center of your universe.

In the past few weeks, we have come to know you even better. You have always tried to use class warfare to gain political power. Always pretending that you actually give a rat’s rear end about Joe Six-pack living on Main Street, Middle America. No, Joe and everyone representative of Joe are just stage props for you. When you take off the tie, roll up your shirt sleeves being careful to not drop the cuff links, and walk the rope line talking pap about how deeply you feel Joe’s pain, it does not convince anyone that you are like us. When you media types, Hollywood nitwits, Beltway pundits and bandits dedicate all of your time trying to convince yourselves that the only way one from our working class could ever enter the Whitehouse is on a tour or with the janitorial crew then you have the class war you have always sought.

We’ll see you on Election Day.

Joe

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