Socialist Senator Bernie Sanders loves to talk about sacrifice. Curiously, the lifetime politician never talks about hard work—ever.
Like a true socialist, Sanders doesn’t sacrifice much in his own life. The lifetime politician owns three homes—one of them is located on the prestigious shores of the Champlain Islands, in Vermont.
Immediately after Sanders agreed to endorse his opponent, Hillary Clinton, the Burlington resident plopped down nearly $600,000 for the lakefront home.
Sanders’ lakefront crib has four bedrooms and 500 feet of Lake Champlain beachfront on the east side of the island — facing Vermont, not New York. The Bern will keep his home in Burlington and use the new camp seasonally.
Besides having an incredibly superior lifestyle to most Americans, the socialist Senator who just announced he’ll be taking another shot at becoming president in 2020, also has a reputation for being lazy.
According to Washington Free Beacon – in 1971, Bernie Sanders was asked to leave a hippie commune for “sitting around and talking” about politics instead of working, according to a forthcoming book.
We Are As Gods by Kate Daloz, scheduled for release April 26, chronicles the rise and fall of the Myrtle Hill Farm in northeast Vermont. Daloz, a Brooklyn writer, was in a special position to write a history of Myrtle Hill: she was raised near the commune in a geodesic dome residence with an outhouse called the Richard M. Nixon Memorial Hall. Her parents were close acquaintances of the commune residents, who offered them tips about wilderness living.
In 1971, when a young Bernie Sanders heard news of the first baby born at a recently established Vermont commune, he rushed over to interview the mother. In a simply designed outbuilding, with the help of the communards’ all-night chanting and a midwife, the woman had given birth to a daughter who claimed no father in particular but rather belonged to the commune as a whole. Kate Daloz’s fascinating, well-told exploration of the 1970s back-to-the-land movement, We Are As Gods, details the encounter, as Sanders gathered information for an article he was writing about home births: “As Loraine nursed Rahula in the Star House, he gently peppered her with questions in his thick Brooklyn accent. Loraine was happy to oblige. She liked Bernie and appreciated his thoughtful interest in her experience.” It was the beginning of a lifelong connection — over the next several decades, whenever the two would meet, Sanders would ask after her daughter. Other members, however, were not so welcoming of the future presidential candidate, put off by Sanders’ “penchant for sitting around and talking about ideas when there was so much work to be done.”
During labor, Loraine said she was surrounded by a circle of hippies chanting “a meditation mancha” that “seemed to really bring in good energy.” This group included “the couple of men who were potentially the baby’s father,” according to Deloz. When Rahula was delivered at dawn, “someone ran out into the field and blew a long blast on a hunting horn.” Loraine then ate her afterbirth, a detail that does not appear in the book, but that appeared in the second part of Sanders’ essay.
When not reporting on the miracle of life, Sanders spent his time at Myrtle Hill in “endless political discussion,” according to Deloz.
Sanders’ idle chatter did not endear him with some of the commune’s residents, who did the backbreaking labor of running the place. Daloz writes that one resident, Craig, “resented feeling like he had to pull others out of Bernie’s orbit if any work was going to get accomplished that day.”
Sanders was eventually asked to leave. “When Bernie had stayed for Myrtle’s allotted three days, Craig politely requested that he move on,” Daloz writes.