Mr. Gisser wrote:
"I have now heard ad nauseam that Democrat coastal elitists should listen more to the flyover Americans. -- It looks more like those folks can not be reached and prefer to vote against their interests over voting for a librol "libtard". They clutch their bibles and only watch Fox "News" and have neither interest nor mental capacity to engage with the real world outside their bubble - even engage with their own problems. They prefer suffering over reason. (That lesson could have been learned already from healthcare and gun control debate...) Those folks are essentially unreachable - and that is their fault, not the librols'."
That's a pretty broad brush you're swinging there.
[This comment turned out to be much longer than i expected. Please skip if it turns boring.]
I have remarked before that very few on this forum know any Trump voters, and fewer yet know any well. Coincidentally, as I was reading Mr Gisser's comment, two of them walked through my door. For convenience, I shall call them Pat and Mike. My computer was using a TV as a screen so they happened to see it.
I know both of them for a long time, and by their expressions I could tell that they had Opinions Which Would Shortly be Expressed. But being practical men with a keen sense of priorities, they held their peace, found the beer, then rolled a huge spliff, and gurgled and smoked for a while.
Both are melanin challenged. Both work with their hands. Pat is a high grade carpenter, all the way to cabinetry, the kind of guy who would rip out a whole staircase if it were a thirty-second off. Learnt his trade from his father, who recently passed away, up and down the byways of tiny places in PA. Mike is at his level in tile, stone and concrete work, started off a city boy, but for two decades now prefers the solitude of rurality. Both would give you the shirt off their back if you are a friend, but they are quick to anger, slow to friendship, slow to forgive wrongs, and never forget them. Neither is naive, rather they are very,very sceptical. Are they smart ? In their profession they are the cream. Outside those confines, less so, just like the rest of us. Neither of them watch anything except NASCAR, football and basketball on whatever channel happens to be carrying it. No right wing radio, they like their classic rock all the time on jobsites. No news, no PBS, no sitcoms, no nuttn. They get their news in small pieces interspersed between sports shows or rock songs, and the local newspapers (yes, there still are some.)
They use their phones for voice and text, any websurfing is done on desktops with large keyboards. This is because they have brutalized their hands and fingers over the long years and cannot handle touchscreens efficiently. When you shake hands with people in the construction trade, you learn to expect fingers sticking out at odd angles. These guys smash their fingers, use duct tape and wood shims as splints and it never gets set or heals right. Pat has no insurance. Mike was on the Obamacare thing, right before the elections rates went up, he dropped out, and now is happy that Trump eliminated the mandate so he doesnt have the tax penalty. They have paid a harsh price for the little they have. Mike's knees and back are long destroyed, Pat has bad back, shoulders, elbows, and just impacted his neck the other day when a load slipped. Not that they do much websurfing other than work related. Wake a couple hours before daybreak, set up for the day, hit the road, come home after dark, clean up, get the paperwork, turn on the tube and pass out.
Both of them were "run long, whipped hard and put away wet" in the last recession. Pat lost job, house, wife and kids, and Mike lost job and wife, and had to take a mortgage on a paid off house to settle the divorce. Fortunately his kids were grown and gone before the divorce.
"Who wrote that ?" came the question I had been expecting. I confessed that Neven's forum is anonymous to a large degree; all I knew was the name used to post the comment. They considered this for a while, then Pat hitched up his jeans, cocked his head, and delivered his judgement in a perfectly inflected Pennsyltucky drawl "I cain tayl he aihn't frum 'raound heah, nohow" and the three of us exploded in laughter, not the least because Mike is from the watersides of the city of brotherly love and has that staccato delivery in natural speech.
We then began counting up all the Trump voters that we knew well enough to tell whether they had bibles or went to church. That turned out to be a surprisingly small fraction. Mike swore up and down that he knew no Trump voters who would appear in church uness lured by promises of strong drink at weddings or funerals. Pat admitted he had a bible, but in his defense he explained that it was holding up a corner of his coffee table, it was structural, as it were.
In the end we came up with a grand total of three out of several dozen. One is a very nice man who goes to church every Sunday, teetotaller, and drives for me on and off. He once drove four hundred miles on iced back roads to bring me a driveshaft and he wasn't even on the payroll then. It was the vilest of weather, I-80 down, but he is a good friend. The other two are mean as snakes, we all agreed, with apologies to snakes. (There's a bunch of blacksnakes under one of the barns who eat those rodents fortunate or unfortunate enough to elude the cats.)
Both of them had comments, which I reproduce with their permission:
PAT: "I'm a union guy, voted for Kerry, then Obama twice. Then Trump because I lost my house, got no help suing the banks, lived on the street, Obama didnt help. I voted Trump to make a change, and hoo boy, he is making lots. There's not hope for me unless things change. I'll take my chances with him. I got nuttn 'gainst voting democrat. But they didn't help me for eight years. If Trump dont deliver, next election I'll vote again for anybody who seems like he can change things."
MIKE: "What Pat says. Trump won the country and Clinton won the cities round here. Lot of people out in the hollers [hollows;valleys] don't usually vote. Now you got 'em so desperate they actually went out and voted for Trump. They voted for Trump because they're at the end of their rope. I hadn't voted in a long time, i went out and voted for Trump. There's a lot of folk in the hollers, if they come out to vote every time you gonna have'ta talk to them. Both parties are scum, they do what the rich people want. I went for Trump because both parties hated him."
You may argue that Pat is taking very dangerous chances and Mike overestimates the strength and turnout of the rural white vote. And if you meet them, they are polite to strangers, and will hear you out. Who knows, you may even convince them. But be aware they will weigh your words aginst their actual lived experience.
Make of all this what you will. I can report these sentiments are shared in many little lost places of flyover country. Perhaps their time is gone, their fate is to be subsumed and forgotten in out New! Globalist! Connected! utopia. But they have survived a great deal and might surprise yet. Something tells me that rural USA yet will decide more than is thought possible on the coasts and the cities.
sidd