Pickens Progress Contributer Larry Cavender
By Larry Cavender
What exactly is "flyover country"?
Often, flyover country is a term used disdainfully by the liberal elites of the eastern and western coasts as that broad swath of nothingness they traverse when they spend hours on a plane commuting between the liberal outposts of the northeast and the left coast.
Sometimes, the term is used synonymously with the word heartland which means "the central part of the United States...."
It was the residents of flyover country that propelled Donald J. Trump to the highest elected office in our land, and now the liberals and elites have even more disdain for flyover country.
When the liberal elites fly over us, they look out the windows of their private or chartered jets and see nothing. To them, what they see below is totally unimportant and is simply a necessary impediment to getting to their more "important" destinations. They could care less about the heartland or the people who reside there.
It is the heartland of America, I believe, that inspired Katherine Lee Bates to write the poem that would later evolve into the beautiful patriotic hymn, "America the Beautiful." I'm sure it was the heartland Bates was thinking of when she wrote, "...For spacious skies, for purple mountains' majesty, above the fruited plain."
When the liberal elites look down upon flyover country, they see nothing but barrenness in the geometric patterns criss-crossing the earth's floor. Having been born and lived all of my life in the heartland, I see something totally different… a wonderful mosaic woven into the inner fabric of our nation.
I see the ancient undulating ranges of the Appalachians, and the majestic and rugged peaks of the Rockies and Sierras. I see streams and rivers, from the sleepy and slow-moving Suwannee of the South, to the wild and scenic Snake of the northwest, to the mighty Mississippi....
I see the bluegrass of Kentucky and the sawgrass of the Everglades.... I see the heartland from the low country of the Carolinas to the high plains of Wyoming, from the bayous of Louisiana to the lakes of Minnesota.
I see city parks where statues still stand defiantly proclaiming our nation's history, heritage, and legacy, where gazebos with brass bands are blaring out the patriotic strains of a John Phillips Sousa march… I see Little League ball parks and high school football stadiums
I see July Fourth fireworks displays bursting high above the town square and Christmas parades winding through streets lined with twinkling lights.
I see communities… where the biggest social event of the year may be the New Year's Eve celebration in the town's civic center, or for those who are younger, the local high school Junior-Senior Prom.
I see cemeteries...where people place flowers next to tombstones of...family patriarchs and matriarchs who have passed away.
And above it all, I see the church spires reaching high toward the heavens....
That's what I see in flyover country, in my heartland.
It is my hope that the liberal elites keep flying over and ignoring us so as not to sow the seeds of hate and intolerance in the soil of our nation's heartland, our wonderful flyover country.