Publisher’s Note: My friend Ryne is back with his first post since January. I’ve missed his distinctive voice. I hope he posts more frequently this year.
Give ’em hell, Ryne.
John Fetterman, Meet Gary Chambers by Ryne Hancock
For years, dating back to my days with the Poydras Street Football & Social Club show, my friend Bryan Bienemy, otherwise known as “Cousin Bryan,” was one of the people whose opinions I valued when it came to the Saints.
During the 2019 season, right around Thanksgiving to be exact, Bienemy erroneously reported that A.J. Green was going to the Saints, which in so many words was going to free Green from the abject poverty that was the Bengals at the time.
Except, it wasn’t true.
In a show of maturity, Bienemy said the three most important words that a lot of people for the most part, have trouble saying.
“I was wrong.”
More often than not, our pride gets in the way of saying those three words. We don’t like to admit when we’re wrong. Admitting that we’re wrong means a dent on our ego among other things.
In the days after the 2020 election, Pennsylvania Lt. Governor John Fetterman became something of a media darling after plainly discussing that there was no election fraud whatsoever that won the state for Biden.
I was one of those people that was enamored to Fetterman due in part to the fact that it was like having my former neighbor Heath in politics. The guy wore shorts and a hoodie everywhere and looked like a dude that was more suited to bartend on Bourbon than be involved with politics.
That is, until his past during his time as mayor of Braddock, PA came out.
Nine years ago, Fetterman decided to get his George Zimmerman on and pull an unchambered shotgun on an unarmed Black jogger in North Braddock, PA, because he heard gunshots.
Instead of admitting that he was wrong about what he did, he kept touting the successes he had as mayor of a town that was 75% Black.
Which in so many words is like what the former occupant in Washington would say at rallies when he would always point to his “African-American friend.”
He couldn’t bring himself to realize that over a year after Trayvon Martin was killed in Florida that he almost had blood on his hands.
I could say the same thing about Gary Chambers as well. Although Chambers is black and hasn’t done anything nearly as heinous as what Fetterman did, the problem I have with his campaign for the United States Senate is that instead of listening to the people he wants to represent, he decides to be a big baby and block everyone that challenges him.
Chambers, a Baton Rouge activist, decided to align himself with noted grifters Nina Turner and Shaun King when he decided to run for U.S. Senate.
Even after people told Chambers to not align himself with those two, Chambers doubled down on social media and told everyone in the state of Louisiana to pound sand.
It wasn’t in his DNA to say no to King and Turner. Because if he did, it would require contrition, something that waved bye-bye to him when he decided to run for U.S. Senate.
While Luke Mixon was spending 4/20 touring Grambling State University, Chambers was in L.A. doing a 4/20 kickback.
It’s bad enough Louisiana has John Neely Kennedy impersonating Foghorn Leghorn.
The last thing this state needs is a guy that is more focused on legal weed and spending more time focusing on weed kickbacks than the needs of Louisiana.
The last thing Pennsylvania needs is an unkempt George Zimmerman wannabe that can’t admit that he’s wrong and can’t work with others.
We need result-oriented people to be beacons of the Democratic Party.
Not a couple of manchildren.