So much of this sentiment comes down to ethnic alignments. People see the billionaire as a white, Christian patriarch who shares a set of cultural values and beliefs that overlap with their own. The billionaire advertises on the shows I listen to. The billionaire runs the businesses that I shop at. The billionaire sponsors the entertainment - the sporting events and the TV shows and the local festivals - that I enjoy attending.
Yeah, sure, all that money comes from my surplus labor. And maybe the Six Guns Over Grade School celebration, where eight year olds fire long rifles at biology textbooks while saying the Our Father prayer is a bit off-putting. But by God, that’s our tradition!
Meanwhile, the hispanic migrants who cross the border to pick fruit doesn’t celebrate Six Guns. They don’t watch Border Patrol Bloopers or Rich Kids In The City or Loud Guy Radio. They don’t root for the Fightin’ Oil Spigots or eat Fried Cheese. They don’t even speak American! Every time a new hispanic family moves into town, they make the town a little less homogeneous. And that makes me feel unsafe. If they feel about me the way that I feel about them, how long until they break into my house and murder me?
I have no idea what this Rich Kids In the City is, or Loud Guy Radio, and I am not a sports fan, but I think I’d like to try some of that fried cheese!
OK so I did watch Rich Kids in the City… and I actually don’t remember much about the show because it didn’t impact me much (blasphemy, I know!). And I am aware of who Alex Jones is and have watched his downfall with much pleasure… and I am not lactose intolerant! So bring on the cheese!
So much of this sentiment comes down to ethnic alignments. People see the billionaire as a white, Christian patriarch who shares a set of cultural values and beliefs that overlap with their own. The billionaire advertises on the shows I listen to. The billionaire runs the businesses that I shop at. The billionaire sponsors the entertainment - the sporting events and the TV shows and the local festivals - that I enjoy attending.
Yeah, sure, all that money comes from my surplus labor. And maybe the Six Guns Over Grade School celebration, where eight year olds fire long rifles at biology textbooks while saying the Our Father prayer is a bit off-putting. But by God, that’s our tradition!
Meanwhile, the hispanic migrants who cross the border to pick fruit doesn’t celebrate Six Guns. They don’t watch Border Patrol Bloopers or Rich Kids In The City or Loud Guy Radio. They don’t root for the Fightin’ Oil Spigots or eat Fried Cheese. They don’t even speak American! Every time a new hispanic family moves into town, they make the town a little less homogeneous. And that makes me feel unsafe. If they feel about me the way that I feel about them, how long until they break into my house and murder me?
I have no idea what this Rich Kids In the City is, or Loud Guy Radio, and I am not a sports fan, but I think I’d like to try some of that fried cheese!
Friends
Rush Limbaugh / Sean Hannity / Tucker Carlson / take your pick
It’s all fun and games until you find out you’re lactose intolerant.
OK so I did watch Rich Kids in the City… and I actually don’t remember much about the show because it didn’t impact me much (blasphemy, I know!). And I am aware of who Alex Jones is and have watched his downfall with much pleasure… and I am not lactose intolerant! So bring on the cheese!