I’ve written before that I appreciate how Bill Maher has welcomed me onto his shows despite the vast differences in our opinions. I’ve tried to defend him at times when other conservatives didn’t because, while I might strongly disagree with him, I appreciate that unlike most Hollywood celebrities, he has the guts to say what he really thinks even if it’s not PC.
That’s why I was saddened to see him go on a stunningly ignorant rant about the vast stretch of America between the deep-blue, far-left coastal states. Unless that was a badly-conceived bit of satirical performance art, he actually seems to believe that people in red states vote Republican because we’re angry and frustrated that we can’t be like our elite blue state superiors whom we envy. You see, in New York and L.A., they have theater and red carpets, legal weed and Chinese restaurants and Wolfgang Puck, while all we poor, benighted Jethros and Elly Maes just have Budweiser and “Chef Boy-ar-dee.” I’ll let you read more of this hooey at the link, but I warn you, it will probably make you genuinely angry, and I’ll bet you weren’t angry at all before you read this – unless you were angry about all the blue state residents moving to your red state and voting for the same idiotic policies that ruined the last place they lived.
When I wrote my book, “God, Guns, Grits and Gravy,” I meant it as a well-intentioned warning to the elites of politics, Hollywood and the media that they were vastly out of touch with the majority of Americans in what they dismissively dubbed “Flyover Country.” I had hoped they’d take my advice to get out of their bubbles and echo chambers and talk to people who had different lifestyles and viewpoints. That might have improved both media coverage and our government. Instead, the election of Trump prompted them to retreat even deeper into bubbles so thick and impenetrable, I bet Trump wishes we could build a border wall out of them.
The results of this blinkered, leftist hive-mind are all around us, from the tonedeaf attempt to slime the President at the very moment he was abroad, trying to convince North Korea to give up its nuclear program; to the open embrace of socialism and other radical ideas by Democratic Presidential hopefuls; and now to Bill Maher, who is suddenly talking as if he hasn’t been to the Midwest or South since the Dust Bowl era.
I think all us Bible-clinging knuckle-draggers out here in Dogpatch, USA, need to say a prayer for poor Bill, because he’s gettin' ready go out on safari…uh, sorry, on a “comedy tour”…of such woebegone backwaters as Albuquerque, El Paso and Milwaukee. I sure hope he can survive the hardships. For instance, on March 16th, he’ll be casting his pearls of wit before the uncivilized swine at the Toyota Music Factory in suburban Dallas. Here’s a description of that venue from their website. It actually sounds pretty nice, and I’ll bet that unlike the elite neighborhoods of California, it’s not filled with homeless people, feces, drug needles and typhus:
“Toyota Music Factory, developed by ARK Group, is a $200 million, 500,000+ square foot mixed-use entertainment and lifestyle center located in the Las Colinas Urban Center in Irving, Texas. It is the newest all-in-one entertainment and dining destination for DFW residents and visitors alike.”
Here’s a list of some of the restaurants in that complex, including an Italian cocina, upscale Japanese, a Brazilian steakhouse, Salvadoran cuisine and many more:
It’s too bad Bill’s not playing at the Verizon Theater a few miles away in Grand Prairie. Their concessions are catered by Wolfgang Puck.
By the way, when he comes to Dallas (photo of that ramshackle Podunk village here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/kinchloe/8444098184 ) and all the other cities on his tour of No Man’s Land, I hope that when he goes to any of the many five-star restaurants across this great land, the only thing they will serve him is a plate of Spaghetti-O’s. When he gets tired of that, he can drop by my house, and I’ll fry him up some squirrel.