My tattoo-artist oldest son reported in a phone conversation the other day that one of his recent clients is involved with professional wrestling. This brought me back more than thirty years when my sons were little kids . . .
One of my many fond memories of my sons’ youth was our early Saturday morning routine. Their mother worked the night shift at a nursing home; I would wake the boys up around 6:00 and throw them in the car as I went to pick her up (she didn’t drive). Upon returning and seeing their mother off to bed, I would cook the boys breakfast and we would settle in for television fare that was even better than the cartoons of my youth: Big Time Wrestling.
It was the middle eighties, a great time for the theater of professional wrestling. Each of us had our favorites. I appreciated “Nature Boy” Rick Flair, Justin loved “The Boogie Woogie Man,” while Caleb loved the tag team “The Midnight Express” so much that he named our two kittens “Midnight” and “Express.” I made a half-hearted effort on occasion to remind the boys that professional wrestling is “fake sports,” even though the athleticism required for some of the best moves is impressive.
But most often we just enjoyed the outrageous interviews, the hatred regularly expressed between the good guys and the bad guys (sort of like today’s polarized politics), and the posing for the camera. Given that our current President has dabbled on occasion in the professional wrestling world, it is not surprising that our current political situation reminds me a lot of Saturday mornings with the boys.
Much of professional wrestling is all about marketing—everyone needs a tag, a persona, a made-up story to act out in interviews and in the ring. I laughed aloud not long ago as I found out, first on NPR’s “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me,” then on several online sites, about Don Richards, The Progessive Liberal,” a wrestler in the semipro Appalachian Mountain Wrestling league who has become the villain that wrestling fans in deep red state eastern Kentucky and neighboring West Virginia love to hate.
By day, “The Progressive Liberal” is Daniel Harnsberger, a real estate agent from Richmond, VA who has wrestled on and off since 2003. “The Progressive Liberal” was born on a night in 2015 when Harnsberger was wrestling in a small town in West Virginia. As he recalls, the promoter told him to “be the biggest heel you can be.” That was easy for Harnsberger, who’s always been a fan of wrestling heels — cartoonish bad guys whose job is to rile up the crowd. Donald Trump had just declared that he was running for President, so Harnsberger took the microphone and brought some of Trump’s campaign rhetoric into the ring: “I said, ‘I hope Trump doesn’t build a wall around Mexico. Instead I hope he builds it around this town so you people can’t infiltrate the population.’ And that got a heated reaction.”
Since then Harnsberger has upped the ante, wearing a t-shirt sporting a collage of Hillary Clinton pictures or saying “Not My President,” paired with wrestling shorts that say “Progressive Liberal” on the back. In the tradition of wrestling heels, he seeks to rile the deeply red-state crowd with taunts aimed at topics ranging from their love of coal to their obsession with guns. “We all know that country music is slow and boring.” “Why do you keep electing people who don’t care about your interests?” “I want to exchange your bullets for bullet points. Bullet points of knowledge.” He calls his finishing move “The Liberal Agenda,” as in “Oh, he finished him off with his liberal agenda!”
The Progressive Liberal raises a stir and a lot of pushback at each venue where Harnsberger wrestles, from high school gyms to larger arenas. In an interview with Sports Illustrated. Harnsberger said that “Apparently people on a regular basis come up to Kyle, the promotions guy, and Nathan, our announcer, and other guys that live there in Kentucky and ask about “the liberal” or have not-so-nice things to say about me. It got to the point where there was one town where I was set to wrestle—and I did wrestle there—where one guy said, ‘If that guy shows up, I’m bringing a gun.’ The actual quote was, ‘If that fucking Liberal comes here, I’m gonna bring a gun.’ My dad was terrified, but I’m just not. I guess I should be, but I’m just not.” His routine has attracted national attention , including interviews with NPR, Deadspin, The Washington Post, the BBC, and Salon.
Although he has created one of the most effective wrestling personas in recent memory, Harnsberger insists that his Progressive Liberal shtick is not a persona or an act—he really is a progressive liberal. He was a Bernie Sanders supporter and voted for Hillary Clinton in November 2016. He thinks that his fellow progressives might just learn something from his “in your face” routine. “I wish Democrats would be as unapologetic as Republicans are. I wish they would just not worry about looking partisan and just do what they think is best. I don’t think they need to lie and cheat and gerrymander like Republicans do. But just be unapologetic with your policies and who you are.”
Food for thought. Progressives frequently embrace the truism that “actions speak louder than words,” and often that is the case. But we live in a political and religious climate in which those who find ways to get noticed frequently are able to frame the narrative and set the agenda. Conservatives are very good at this; progressives, for the most part, are not. Jesus frequently taught about the subtlety of the life of faith—a candle, yeast, salt, and so on. But he also made a spectacle of himself overturning the tables of the moneychangers at the temple. Sometimes you just have to let out your Progressive Liberal and slap a liberal agenda on those losers.