Bruce Springsteen can seemingly offer “No Surrender” from his TDS.
Announced this week, his 2026 “Land of Hope and Dreams” tour starts symbolically in Minneapolis, ground zero for the anti-ICE wine-mom rebellion against federal law enforcement.
“We are living through dark, disturbing and dangerous times, but do not despair — the cavalry is coming,” The Boss crowed in a promotional video that dropped Tuesday.
The cavalry he’s promising is a Boomer “No Kings” protest. But instead of being gratis, like most demonstrations, one will have to pay through the nose to get into arena doors.
Don’t believe me?
Springsteen has slapped “No Kings” slop all over his posters. And that video wasn’t a call for rock ’n’ roll communion, it was a partisan rallying cry.
“We will be rocking your town in celebration and in defense of America — American democracy, American freedom, our American Constitution and our sacred American dream — all of which are under attack by our wannabe king and his rogue government in Washington, DC,” he said of President Trump, a guy who was democratically elected by a majority of Americans.
But don’t worry. “Regardless of where you stand or what you believe in,” you’re “welcome” … to listen to Springsteen lecture you.
If we are living through such dark times, perhaps Bruce could offer a respite from it all. An escape from our blood-pressure-spiking 24-hour news cycle. A diversion from the constant politicization of well, everything.
Give us a damn break, man!
At least make your “No Kings” concerts free. Yes, he has a band and crew to pay but, weighing in with a reported net worth of $1.2 billion, it’s the least the Boss could do for us working stiffs.
Nah, it’s Springsteen — who is a wonderful poet and musician but whose close proximity to the fading globalist liberal standard bearers has instilled in him an uncontrollable impulse to preach from on high.
He lives in the skybox of santimony.
I attend political rallies for work. I don’t want to do it in my spare time.
For the kind of money his tickets demand, I want to sip beers with my childhood friends and sway along to the dreadful anthem of our youth, “Jersey Girl,” while waiting for him to play “Backstreets.”
Look, love Trump or hate him. I care not. But when I am splurging on a concert, I don’t want the show to be marinated in TDS.
Or to be predicated on hyperbolic fantasies that it is somehow fighting fascism.
Springsteen has always been a political artist. His songs drip with commentary and he’s never met a Dem he hasn’t slobbered over. He even had a short-lived podcast with Barack Obama.
But for the most part, his shows — especially over the last few tours — have just been about the music. Four-hour-long rock revivals.
But we know what’s to come with this tour.
He kicked it off last spring in England, where he ranted about free speech being under threat in the US. It was rather rich considering he was complaining in a country that is jailing people over social media posts.
Of course, Springsteen has the great freedoms to bash America’s current administration, which is a stength of our country. His imagined dictator will not stop him.
However, this rhetoric won’t unify anyone.
These days, it’s a radical concept for musicians, actors and athletes to not speak out on every political issue that advances the lefty mono-cause.
Anyone who says they want to stick to their craft, like comedian Kevin James and tennis player Amanda Anisimova, is called “right coded” and essentially booed for not wearing the ribbon.
Performers like Springsteen and Bono — whose U2 just released a song called “American Obituary” — have money and fame. Yet they are desperate to cover themselves in some imagined virtue and say the thing their friends are saying.
They pick and choose when to be outraged, and that outrage machine is usually turned off when a Democrat is in charge.
I don’t look to my favorite musicians for their political takes because well, they’re not always the brightest in that area. Nor should they need to be. They are so disconnected from the realities of everyday Americans yet, too often, so utterly convinced of their righteousness.
Look no further than Kamala Harris’ defeat. As a presidential candidate, she was essentially a useless Macy’s parade float tethered to and carried by actors and singers who stumped and strummed in every city.
A majority of America rejected not only Harris, but the notion that rich celebrities move the needle with regular folks.
They just don’t have the humility to recognize it.
