"You Voted to Destroy Your Own Farm"

Personally, I don’t want farmers to get a single penny of my taxes for a bailout. I voted to protect your farm — you voted to destroy it. It is not my job to save you from your own stupidity. Pull yourself up by your bootstraps. You farmers are getting exactly the clownish leadership you voted for.

That’s the hard truth.

For years, America’s agricultural communities have overwhelmingly voted for the politicians who promised them “freedom” from government, only to discover that the market doesn’t give a damn about slogans. The free market doesn’t care if your soybeans rot in silos because of a tariff war. It doesn’t care if your land floods more often because of gutted environmental protections. It doesn’t care that you were told solar energy and electric vehicles were “urban fads” while your crops are now baking under record droughts.

The market rewards power and planning. You voted for chaos.

The Party of Self-Inflicted Wounds

For decades, the right sold an illusion to rural America — that independence meant isolation, that regulation was tyranny, and that government aid was socialism. They mocked food stamps for the poor, then turned around and demanded subsidies when their crops failed. They jeered at “entitlement culture,” while taking farm welfare checks signed by the very government they claimed to despise.

You cannot build a sustainable future on double standards. You cannot rail against “big government” and then cry for rescue when your deregulated, underfunded system collapses.

You can’t despise the lifeguard and then complain about drowning.

Voting Against Survival

Rural America voted for the party that denies climate change — the very thing that threatens the soil beneath their feet. They voted for the party that cuts agricultural research funding, eliminates rural broadband initiatives, and undermines education in small towns. They voted for tax policies that enrich the megacorporations buying up family farms.

And then, when the consequences arrive — in the form of droughts, bankruptcies, and disappearing local economies — they want the rest of the country to foot the bill.

No. Enough.

You don’t get to destroy the lifeboat and then demand everyone else start bailing water for you. You made your political bed, now you can sleep in the dust of your own neglected fields.

Accountability Isn’t Cruelty

This isn’t cruelty. It’s clarity. Accountability isn’t punishment — it’s reality catching up. You cannot sustain a democracy where people demand subsidies for the damage they helped create through willful ignorance.

If you believe the climate crisis is a hoax, you don’t get drought relief.
If you believe the free market solves everything, then let it solve your debt.
If you vote for men who mock science, you don’t get to ask scientists to save your crops.

You voted for this. You chose leaders who turned your land into a bargaining chip and your labor into a talking point. You called them patriots while they sold you out to corporate monopolies and billionaire donors.

Now you’re reaping what you sowed — literally.

The Tragic Irony

The irony is that no one wanted this outcome. Urban liberals didn’t want to see rural America decay. Most of us voted for policies that would have saved your farms — sustainable energy investment, crop insurance reform, climate adaptation, rural infrastructure. But you called those policies “socialism.” You voted for the grifters who promised greatness and gave you dust.

The tragedy is not that the system failed you — it’s that you refused to believe anyone trying to help you.

Reality Always Wins

At some point, reality wins. The land doesn’t care about your politics. The rain doesn’t care about your flags. The seasons don’t care about your slogans.

You can’t “own the libs” when the rivers run dry. You can’t wave your freedom flag when your water table collapses. You can’t keep pretending you’re the backbone of America when you’re voting for the very forces that are snapping your spine.

You wanted to pull yourself up by your bootstraps — here’s your chance.
No bailouts. No excuses. No sympathy.

You voted for this. Now live with it.

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