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Stamped Red: What You Don’t Get When You Vote Republican [1]
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Date: 2025-05-13
[ Editor’s Note: “Stamped Red: What You Don’t Get When You Vote Republican” is the companion essay to “ Stamped Blue: What You Get When You Vote for Democrats .”
In Stamped Blue, we explored what functional government looks like when it shows up: roads paved, insulin capped, broadband expanded, and democracy — battered but breathing, fighting to stay alive.
But a complete picture demands contrast.
If Stamped Blue was a blueprint for progress, Stamped Red is a receipt for abandonment — a satirical but sobering look at what happens when the government is hollowed out, when slogans replace services, and when the scaffolding that holds our democracy together is deliberately kicked away.
These essays, when taken together, are not warnings.
They are previews — perhaps a reminder: we are always just one election away from choosing to build or burn.]
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Somewhere between the campaign trail and the courthouse steps, a great American promise went missing.
They told you that voting Republican would buy you freedom — pure, unfiltered, God’s-own-country freedom. Less government. Fatter wallets. More flags per capita. A future where nobody tells you what to do, except maybe your insurance company, your mortgage lender, and the sheriff deputized to patrol your library card.
They promised a leaner government, trimmed down like a prize hog at the county fair. And sure enough, they delivered: your post office closes early, your local hospital charges by the minute, and the school bus is now an Uber if you can afford it.
Voting Republican, it turns out, is a lot like ordering a ribeye at a drive-thru — they’ll take your money, hand you a ketchup packet, and tell you to enjoy the taste of liberty.
You wanted independence. You got invoices.
You wanted strength. You got slogans.
You wanted America. You got a discount brand stitched in China, marked up for “patriots.”
In the spirit of full disclosure — and good manners — consider this essay your receipt: a record of everything you didn’t get when you voted Red.
(And yes, we printed it on the back of a tax cut for billionaires.)
Promised Freedoms vs. Delivered Outcomes
When you pulled that lever or tapped that touchscreen, you were promised the freedom that made George Washington look underdressed. The Party of Personal Responsibility assured you that you’d be free from taxes, regulations, and having to think about anyone but yourself. It sounded glorious, like a Fourth of July parade with none of the cleanup.
But here’s the catch: freedom, it turns out, works a lot better when the bridge you’re driving over isn’t in the river below.
Vote Republican, and you’re free to live anywhere you like — as long as it’s not underwater because FEMA funding was cut for “being too socialist.”
You’re free to homeschool your kids — because the public schools now double as fallout shelters for budget cuts.
You’re free to drink all the tap water you can stomach — lead and all — because clean water regulations were deemed an attack on liberty.
They didn’t shrink the government. They amputated it and called it a haircut.
You asked for the boot off your neck.
You got the boot for sale on Etsy, labeled “Patriot Footwear — Made in Taiwan.”
Their promised freedom shrank faster than a tax refund after a corporate merger.
What you gained in slogans, you lost in sidewalks, streetlights, and safety nets.
And do you want any of those back?
Well, partner, that’ll cost you. Cash only. No refunds.
The Economy of Trickle-Down Promises
When you cast your ballot, you were sold a simple plan: cut taxes for the wealthy, and their blessings would rain down upon you like spring showers on a thirsty field. Trickle-down, they called it — because “gush upward” didn’t poll as well.
The rich were supposed to build factories, hand out jobs, and toss a few coins from their golden balconies to the grateful crowds below.
Instead, they built vacation bunkers, bought their fifth yachts, and lobbied for a sixth yacht tax deduction — patriotism, you see, needs leisure.
Meanwhile, your blessings arrived on schedule — not in jobs, but in slogans:
“Hard work builds character!”
“Bootstrap yourself up!”
“Have you considered selling plasma?”
Wages stayed flatter than a Sunday sermon at a dry county picnic.
Healthcare bills stacked up like old newspapers nobody had time to read.
Housing costs floated skyward, trailing “Don’t Tread on Me” flags.
The economy didn’t trickle down.
It trickled away into offshore accounts, campaign war chests, and think tanks dedicated to explaining why your poverty was a moral victory.
Vote Red, and you’ll be free to finance the American Dream with high-interest loans and half-hearted thoughts and prayers.
In the end, they promised you prosperity.
They delivered a participation trophy in the race to the bottom.
Cultural Wins, Practical Losses
Of course, not everything was about money. There were other victories to win — symbolic ones.
They promised you a return to good old-fashioned values — the kind they sell on t-shirts and bumper stickers at half-price during “Freedom Days” sales.
They promised you your culture would be protected. Your bathrooms supervised. Your school libraries sanitized.
And by heaven, they delivered — if your definition of winning is making sure no child reads a book about someone who looks different, loves differently, or dreams differently.
Meanwhile, real needs went begging:
Potholes grew wide enough to host fishing tournaments.
Bridges buckled like cheap lawn chairs at a family reunion.
Emergency rooms went dark — but at least nobody’s reading To Kill a Mockingbird unchallenged.
They told you that the real enemies were drag queens, not drought.
That history teachers, not hurricanes, were plotting against you.
You won the battle over how kids say the Pledge of Allegiance.
You lost the fight for whether they had a school to say it in.
And somewhere, under a collapsed auditorium roof, the sound of freedom echoes beautifully into the rubble.
Shrinking Civic Institutions
Along the way, something else quietly disappeared.
Call it government. Call it civilization. Call it whatever you like — just know it packed up and left when nobody was looking.
Public parks? Closed.
Libraries? De-funded.
Roads? Privatized.
Vote Red, and you’re free — free to wonder if the fire department will show up when your house catches fire or whether you’ll need to Venmo the chief for services rendered.
You didn’t just trim bureaucracy.
You took a buzz saw to the basic scaffolding of daily life.
No more boring zoning inspectors warning about sinkholes.
No more meddlesome food safety officers asking pesky questions about botulism.
No more infrastructure experts wasting your tax dollars building bridges strong enough to survive the second truck crossing.
They promised you rugged individualism.
You got stranded individualism.
The government shrank, all right — until it couldn’t reach you when you needed it most.
But chin up: you’re free to organize a bucket brigade.
I just hope it’s not raining too hard.
Conclusion: The Receipt for Nothing
And here we are — pockets a little lighter, potholes a little deeper, dreams a little smaller.
You voted for liberty.
You got deregulated tap water and a Constitution that is interpreted like it came from a fortune cookie.
You voted for prosperity.
You got prosperity alright — measured carefully, hoarded tightly, and reserved for the top tenth of a percent.
You voted for strength.
You got stadium rallies and stock market bubbles and bridges held together with zip ties and prayers.
You voted for the future.
You got nostalgia in a spray can, sold at three easy payments of $19.99 plus tax.
Here’s the thing about freedom: it’s not something you unwrap like a gift at Christmas.
It’s more like a roof — unnoticed when it’s intact, catastrophic when missing.
Vote Republican long enough, and you find yourself standing in the rain, holding an empty slogan over your head like an umbrella with all the fabric cut out.
And you’ll still be told it’s better this way.
That self-reliance means fixing your own bridge.
That patriotism means paving your own street.
That liberty means paying for your own hurricane rescue — cash upfront, please.
Ultimately, when you vote Red, you don’t get less government.
You get less civilization.
You get the bones of a country still calling itself free, even as it forgets what freedom looked like when it came with a library card, a safe bridge, a working hospital, and a chance.
This essay isn’t a warning.
It’s the receipt — itemized, initialed, and rubber-stamped in Red.
Stamped Red.
Empty where it counts.
Expensive where it hurts.
Sold to you as patriotism.
Delivered as abandonment.
But hey, at least the flags are still made in America.
Probably.
~Dunneagin~
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