Poor little chicks!

According to NPR, the Dixie Chicks are finding it hard to make the living they once did, in that long ago before they claimed to be embarrassed that the President was also from Texas.

It was presented in this way: the concerts that they were putting on used to bring in over a million dollars on average; now they are only bringing in six hundred thousand dollars per show.

I’m a little mystified as to why NPR is so concerned over the Dixie Chicks’ loss of income. How many shows have they performed that brought in six hundred thousand dollars? When I compare what I make working a fifty-five hour week in a trash-truck to what they can make in a few hours on stage, I can honestly say that I’m not too sympathetic to their plight.

The first amendment protects the rights of anyone in America to say what they will about whatever they want (for the most part), but it does not guarantee you that your life will not change as a result. C’mon girls, put on your big girl panties and get a little perspective.

I support their right to be embarrassed about our president; I find myself embarrassed about the president all the time, but it isn’t as if the Dixie Chicks were thrown into a prison and forced to eat slop and sleep on urine soaked mattresses.

The Dixie Chicks are suffering in a truly American way: people are voting with their wallets, and not supporting them in the manner to which they’d become accustomed.

And like most whiney liberals they are not content with those Americans that are supporting them. They are even biting the hands that feed them by not associating themselves with the country music community any more.

For shame.

You know, I’m really disappointed in the reaction the Dixie Chicks have had to their self-inflicted notoriety. I mean, they came out of the gate like gangbusters with that defiant nude shot (take that America!) but now they’re just whining.

You know, I think a photo spread in Penthouse might just get their point across.