So Bruce Springsteen wants to be the voice of the American working man? Spare me. The guy is worth $1.4 BILLION and owns a 400-acre horse ranch in Colts Neck, New Jersey, worth over $27 million, which he calls his “primary residence”—you know, when he’s not bouncing between his Beverly Hills mansion and his Florida equestrian estate. But yeah, tell us more about the struggles of the blue-collar man from your gold-plated saddle, Bruce.
This is the same guy who made a TDS-fueled commercial for the Biden-Harris campaign, sitting in a diner pretending to be some kind of rugged, plainspoken patriot. Folksy, camera-ready, and fake as hell. A Jersey boy with more real estate than most hedge fund managers, playing dress-up in America’s pain while cashing checks and preaching division.
Let’s talk about his cop-hating track record too. Springsteen has a long history of throwing law enforcement under the bus:
And in case it wasn’t clear, Springsteen made damn sure the world knew “Born in the U.S.A.” wasn’t patriotic. When Ronald Reagan praised him during a campaign stop in 1984, what did Bruce do? He got on stage the next night and mocked the president, saying “I wonder which album he’s been listening to. I don’t think it was Nebraska.”
We get it, Bruce—you’ve made a career trashing America while pretending to defend it. You want the image of a factory worker, but you live like a tech billionaire. You smear cops from behind a microphone protected by security guards. You milk the Stars and Stripes on your album covers, then lecture us on how rotten the country really is.
You’re not a working-class hero. You’re not a patriot. You’re not one of us. You're a limousine liberal with a Telecaster and a trust fund disguised as a Fender case.