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Delusional DC elites forget who really makes the city work
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Delusional DC elites forget who really makes the city work

These folks hustle to make a living. Many of them are faithful, God-loving people. And they are being ignored, even insulted by the policies the woke establishment pushes.

In the past year, I’ve traveled to our nation’s capital at least four times. I stay at the same hotel, go to the same Whole Foods, and traverse mostly the same routes. After talking to the people who make the city work — and I don’t mean the ones in the fancy buildings with important names on them; I’m talking about the bartenders, the Uber drivers, the front desk staff, the baristas who take my obnoxious order at Starbucks — I am convinced the people who have offices inside those buildings with important names are delusional.

If they took some time to listen to the people they supposedly serve, they might understand why a good portion of the country hates them.

If there’s one thing we agree on, it’s how idiotic our culture and its “gatekeepers” have become. We are the majority.

During a trip this past December, I wore my “Make Women Female Again” cap as I was checking out of my hotel. It’s always a gamble when I wear that cap. I either get very dirty looks or a knowing grin and a nod. Some brave souls muster enough courage to approach me and whisper, “I love your hat.”

I try to read the room, so to speak, before wearing it in places I frequent. I certainly don’t want the barista spitting in my latte (especially after I paid $7.50 for it!) or housekeeping to drop bedbugs into my bed.

But as the insanity increases, so does my audacity. I almost can’t resist the urge to wear my cap in the most (il)liberal cities in the country, like Los Angeles, New York City, and Washington, D.C. It is the contrarian in me.

Much to my surprise, the front desk staff at the hotel where I stay near the Capitol Building — all of whom are black — love my cap. Much more so than my fellow customers in Whole Foods.

The cap has proven to be an icebreaker, a conversation starter, and a wonderful way to get to know people who treat me graciously every time I come to town. The color of our skin may be different, and we might have grown up in different neighborhoods, but if there’s one thing we agree on, it’s how idiotic our culture and its “gatekeepers” have become. We are the majority.

Sometimes, I cross the river into Old Town Alexandria to stay with a friend. Needless to say, my cap does not get such a warm reception in those parts of town.

On my most recent trip, I chatted with my bartender at a swanky establishment hotel in the Northwest area of the city, also a black man. He told me he spent the day trying to get his kid into a Christian school. He didn’t want his son learning what public schools in D.C. are teaching. I said God will make a path for him. I am praying for him and his boy.

My Uber driver – another young black man – was from Baltimore. We tried to figure out the significance of Washington being a “district” and the push for statehood. I told him that, truly, I am the last person he should be asking about these kinds of technicalities and that he really should “Google that stuff” before he shares any of my insights with his friends. That made him laugh. He also said it’s crazy how Trump is “cruising through” and how, despite his monumental support from a good majority of the country, the government keeps “going after him.”

“They’ll never let him win,” he said.

His brother works for JetBlue as a luggage handler and he was driving until he had to pick him up at the airport. He used to work at a beverage distribution company that forced him to get vaccinated against his better judgment.

As we passed the Smithsonian, he remarked that he should bring his little girl to the museums. She would love it, he said. As I got out of the car, he said to me, “You have a great personality!” I think it was a compliment? Either way, he made my night.

These are just a few of the conversations I’ve had over the past year with the hardworking people in Washington, D.C. They make my visits to the swamp not only tolerable but fun and memorable. These folks hustle to make a living. Many of them are faithful, God-loving people. And they are being ignored, even insulted by the policies the woke establishment pushes.

The current administration is losing sight of the fact that, just like white liberal women in the suburbs, these people vote. I wouldn’t count on the votes of one of the Democrats’ most important constituencies going their way this year.

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