Dave Brat likes to complain.
The 7th District Congressman, whose district spans from Nottoway to Culpeper, is a frequent guest on cable news and talk radio.
One of his favorite topics: complaining about his job and, more specifically, his constituents.
Brat regularly makes the rounds among the press, pundits and political sycophants to talk about the pesky people he was elected to serve. He infamously complained that women were “in his grill” when they approached him to share their concerns about health care. Last August, as neo-Nazis wreaked havoc in the streets of Charlottesville, he took to the airwaves and quickly shifted the conversation, bemoaning the behavior of constituents who attended one of his rare town halls.
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when I encountered Brat at the Louisa County Agricultural Fair and quietly listened as he chatted with supporters.
Brat didn’t offer an uplifting message about the work he is doing on our behalf in Washington. Instead, he complained about a significant slice of the 7th District electorate, demonizing those who dare to disagree with him and suggesting a dark conspiracy concerning his district’s geography.
In one encounter, Brat discussed the redrawing of his district in 2016, mandated by a federal court to help remedy the unconstitutional gerrymander of a nearby district, “I lost all of Hanover. They did it on purpose…I taught there for 20 years so everybody knows me,” he said.
He added that he was “dumped,” then pointed out that he picked up Amelia, Powhatan and Nottoway counties. “But I didn’t teach there for 20 years so I gotta go meet people.”
It’s Dave Brat’s job to represent us in Congress—all of us. We pay him to go to Washington and speak up on our behalf. But, for Dave, it’s a chore to travel across his district and listen to our concerns. It’s a pain to meet people in Nottoway. It’s a bother to talk with women, worried about losing their health care, in Henrico.
This November, let’s do Brat a favor and relieve him of his duties.
Editor’s note: This originally appeared in the Blackstone Courier-Record, and is only available to paying subscribers