Garth Brooks and John Rich have been on opposite sides of the cultural spectrum for some time. Brooks is a kumbaya, peace-and-love liberal that is deathIy afraid of offending anyone as it might affect his bottom line. Rich, on the other hand, is an unapologetic patriot, willing to lose fans and money rather than betray his principles.
Ironically, the stances taken have earned Rich fans and likely more money, whiIe Brooks has taken blow after blow for his support of Bud Light and the faux tough talk he engaged in regarding the devastating boycott on the brand and his support for it in his soon to open Lower Broadway bar.
Brooks is regarded as one of the nicer people in country music, but calling Bud Light boycotters ‘a holes’ certainly didn’t endear him to anyone or earn any new fans. Rich, on the other hand, stopped selling the beer as a matter of business. People simply stopped buying it, so he stopped selling it.
Now that the Bud Light controversy Brooks stirred up has finally di-ed down, and the Ieft has turned their attention to Jason Aldean, a video by Brooks and his wife Trisha Yearwood has emerged that is sure to fire people back up and cost Brooks even more fans. In a weird TikTok video, Brooks and Yearwood talk about the w ar in Ukraine. While that isn’t unusual, as Ukraine is a favorite talking point for most liberals, the content of the message is what is surprising. So surprising that John Rich wasted no time in roasting the couple for the message.
Brooks, for some reason wearing a flat-brimmed hat with the stickers still on it, and Yearwood creepily say in unison: We stand with Ukraine. This, of course, is the company line of the leftist, as rich, liberal elites Iove nothing more than a cause that they can get behind where they don’t actually have to do anything.
From there, Yearwood and Brooks implore viewers to send more than “Iove and prayers” and, as Garth says, dig in your pockets.
Of course, the United States government has sent billions in aid aIready, but that doesn’t stop the tone-deaf duo from asking an American people that is already overwhelmingly against any involvement to send their own personal cash.
Neighbor Wouldn’t Turn Off His Bright Floodlights at Night, I Deftly Managed the Situation and Maintained Harmony
When my neighbor wouldn’t turn off his bright floodlights at night, my husband and I needed a clever solution to keep the peace.
When the Thompsons moved in next door, they seemed friendly. My wife, Gia, and Susan, the neighbor, quickly bonded while chatting over unpacked boxes. We thought we finally had some neighbors our age to socialize with. Mark, the husband, was often away for work, while Susan stayed home and had a long list of phobias, including fear of the dark, thunderstorms, snakes, clowns, and spiders.
As time passed, Susan’s fear of the dark created an issue that affected Gia and me. Their floodlights, installed soon after they moved in, were excessively bright, like those outside prisons. Gia joked that they could probably be seen from space.
Despite our attempts to address the issue, Susan insisted she needed the lights on for safety when Mark was away. We tried thick curtains and rearranging our bedroom, but nothing helped. After a week of sleepless nights, I approached Susan, asking her to turn off the floodlights after midnight, as they shined directly into our bedroom. She explained her need for safety and refused my suggestion to install a timer.
After several attempts to reason with her and Mark, who felt similarly protective of Susan, we continued to lose sleep. Frustrated, I considered drastic measures, like unscrewing the bulbs or using a pellet gun, but Gia reminded me to stay calm. Instead, she suggested a harmless plan while she and Susan went out for nails.
The next day, I climbed a ladder and slightly unscrewed each bulb to disrupt the connection. That night, when Susan turned on the lights, they flickered and went out. Gia and I finally enjoyed peaceful sleep. Surprisingly, days turned into weeks, and the lights stayed off.
However, one day, I saw Mark fixing the bulbs again. The floodlights blazed back to life that night, and I knew I had to repeat my trick. This cycle continued for months—every time Mark tightened the bulbs, I loosened them.
Then one Saturday, as I trimmed the hedges, Mark approached me. He mentioned his floodlights kept going out, and I managed to keep a straight face while agreeing it might be due to vibrations from the street. I suggested he could leave them off, and he seemed to consider it. After that conversation, Gia and I enjoyed our peaceful, dark evenings once again.
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