Good Ol' Boys

This was inspired by an article shared by a Monday Morning Coffee Club friend. The article is based on data from the Economic Innovation Group, a bi-partisen policy think tank. The following links to a research report titled "The Great Transfer-Nation" (https://eig.org/great-transfermation/), which describes the growth in government income transfers both over time and geographically. As the transfers have grown, the primary beneficiaries are the more rural, less affluent sections of the country. These are also the areas that are predominaely Trump voters, and will also be the most impacted by the "big, beatiuiful bill" cuts to Medicaid and SNAP. Of coursce Trump and his cronies continue to blame migrants and illegals for working class problems. I suppose this is an ezample of eyes wide shut.

Good Ol’ Boys

From a deep red place

I’m salt of the earth

And I’m USA born

A real patriot by birth

I hate the government

Can’t stand all this woke

And also the deep state

I’m just a common folk

Born in the USA

Bleed red, white & blue

It’s my native birthright

Says my MAGA tattoo

I’m the real McCoy

Yes, that’s who I am

Take care of your own

That’s the deal with Unc Sam

It’s me been left behind

And I don’t take kindly to

Welfare for the aliens

It’s money that I’m due

It’s been long overdue

Haven’t worked for years 

It’s not a handout for me 

Screwed by the profiteers

I’m a true red MAGA guy

Need my checks to get by

Tax money that I rate 

None for them’s that migrate

Yes, that’s who I am

What’s fair is fair

I’m a good ol’ boy

No charity, don’t care

I’m a good ol’ boy

See in black & white

No messin’ with my benefits

A hypocrite ready to fight

It runs in the family

I’m a fraud and a fake

No help for migrants

It’s mine to partake

Don’t mess with my net

No coddlin’ the poor

Need my SNAP and welfare

Close the border, shut the door

Good ole Bubba 

Let’s me run a bill

A regular at the bar

Always up for a refill

I’m a two fisted drinker

A beer and a shot

Drinkin’ whiskey & rye

Man, that hits the spot

Let’s all lift a drink 

To the hard working folk

And my welfare check is in

And I won’t be dead broke

I’m a flag-waving imposter

From the lower forty-eight

Outsiders not welcome 

My due to discriminate