The people in flyover country

Surely, you’ve heard of that vast wasteland encompassing the interior of the United States that exists between the East and West Coasts known as flyover country.  This map first graced the cover of the New Yorker magazine in 1979, but somehow that image seems to perfectly describe what happened in America on November 8, 2016.

In case a copy of this illustrious publication doesn’t land on your doorstep each week, inquiring minds might want to know that it is an erudite periodical, a virtual paragon of the au courant.  In the forefront of this famous image stands Manhattan’s 9th and 10th Avenues in full color and detail.  But just beyond the Hudson River lies the rest of America.  Flyover country portrays everything past New York as nothing more than a dull, empty brown patch of weeds stretching all the way to the Pacific Ocean.  Now, can you imagine for a moment just who might inhabit this nasty brown patch of weeds?  Sure you can.

It is none other than that ghastly, crude populace who just placed the next president of the United States in the Oval Office.

These little people in the brown patch (and there’s seems to be a lot of them in those weeds) have taken a good deal of heat this last year.  Many have called it a bloodless revolution.  Except that it wasn’t.  On April 29 in Costa Mesa, California, a Trump supporter was brutally attacked as he left the event wearing a Trump T-shirt.  Paramedics had to wrap his bleeding head in gauze and carry him away on a stretcher.  On September 28 in El Cajon, California, another Trump supporter was assaulted, beaten, and kicked to the ground.  One could go on and on about these little known acts of brutality, but thanks to the corrupt MSM, they were rarely written about or seen.  And while we undoubtedly should forgive and move on we must never forget these brave patriots.

Thanks to the heroism of Project Veritas Action, these and other Democratic dirty tricks were recorded for posterity.  If you want to watch what the Clinton operative said while planning these organized assaults, just search it on the internet.  But please make sure your kids aren’t around to hear their filthy language.

You see, it’s incumbent upon all of us weeds in flyover country to remember that revolution doesn’t become reality without sacrifice.  It was not bloodless.  It was fierce, cruel, and at times even brutal.  Of course, we should work to bind up the wounds of the nation, as our president-elect so graciously stated in his victory speech after vanquishing a corrupt and malevolent opponent.  We must turn the other cheek, as the Bible tells us so well.  But in any battle, the victor must tend to his own wounded first.

So, all you little people in flyover country, please don’t let anyone tell you this was a bloodless revolution.  A righteous victory always carries a high and mighty cost.  And it may be that since you live in an area ideal for landing a plane, you can load up a 747 with all those Hollywood celebrities wishing to leave this great country.  Wouldn’t that be nice?

Just as we’ve resurrected this country from the precipice of destruction with the election of Donald J. Trump, perhaps now is the time for those of us in flyover country to resurrect an old but effective clarion call.  You know it.  It’s the one from the 1960s when young people began a rebellion against what they perceived as oppression from the establishment.  The phrase made famous by, of all people, the Black Panthers.

Power to the people. 

Surely, you’ve heard of that vast wasteland encompassing the interior of the United States that exists between the East and West Coasts known as flyover country.  This map first graced the cover of the New Yorker magazine in 1979, but somehow that image seems to perfectly describe what happened in America on November 8, 2016.

In case a copy of this illustrious publication doesn’t land on your doorstep each week, inquiring minds might want to know that it is an erudite periodical, a virtual paragon of the au courant.  In the forefront of this famous image stands Manhattan’s 9th and 10th Avenues in full color and detail.  But just beyond the Hudson River lies the rest of America.  Flyover country portrays everything past New York as nothing more than a dull, empty brown patch of weeds stretching all the way to the Pacific Ocean.  Now, can you imagine for a moment just who might inhabit this nasty brown patch of weeds?  Sure you can.

It is none other than that ghastly, crude populace who just placed the next president of the United States in the Oval Office.

These little people in the brown patch (and there’s seems to be a lot of them in those weeds) have taken a good deal of heat this last year.  Many have called it a bloodless revolution.  Except that it wasn’t.  On April 29 in Costa Mesa, California, a Trump supporter was brutally attacked as he left the event wearing a Trump T-shirt.  Paramedics had to wrap his bleeding head in gauze and carry him away on a stretcher.  On September 28 in El Cajon, California, another Trump supporter was assaulted, beaten, and kicked to the ground.  One could go on and on about these little known acts of brutality, but thanks to the corrupt MSM, they were rarely written about or seen.  And while we undoubtedly should forgive and move on we must never forget these brave patriots.

Thanks to the heroism of Project Veritas Action, these and other Democratic dirty tricks were recorded for posterity.  If you want to watch what the Clinton operative said while planning these organized assaults, just search it on the internet.  But please make sure your kids aren’t around to hear their filthy language.

You see, it’s incumbent upon all of us weeds in flyover country to remember that revolution doesn’t become reality without sacrifice.  It was not bloodless.  It was fierce, cruel, and at times even brutal.  Of course, we should work to bind up the wounds of the nation, as our president-elect so graciously stated in his victory speech after vanquishing a corrupt and malevolent opponent.  We must turn the other cheek, as the Bible tells us so well.  But in any battle, the victor must tend to his own wounded first.

So, all you little people in flyover country, please don’t let anyone tell you this was a bloodless revolution.  A righteous victory always carries a high and mighty cost.  And it may be that since you live in an area ideal for landing a plane, you can load up a 747 with all those Hollywood celebrities wishing to leave this great country.  Wouldn’t that be nice?

Just as we’ve resurrected this country from the precipice of destruction with the election of Donald J. Trump, perhaps now is the time for those of us in flyover country to resurrect an old but effective clarion call.  You know it.  It’s the one from the 1960s when young people began a rebellion against what they perceived as oppression from the establishment.  The phrase made famous by, of all people, the Black Panthers.

Power to the people.