JD Vance is living large — and he’s doing it on your dime.
Since becoming Vice President in January, Vance has taken eight vacations in just seven months. Most Americans can’t take one decent vacation in a year. He’s taken more in half that time than the average worker does in a decade.
His latest getaway? A luxury retreat in the Cotswolds — a countryside playground for the ultra-rich, often called “the Hamptons of the UK.” Vance stayed in a manor that costs $10,000 a week. His motorcade backed up narrow village roads, and protesters showed up to greet him. What was supposed to be a quiet summer escape turned into a public spectacle — again.
This isn’t new. Vance has been on a global tour of privilege: Italy. India. Nantucket. Disneyland. Vermont. Greenland. That’s just what’s public. And while some of these trips were personal, others were stamped “official business” — meaning you paid for them.
Take Greenland. In March, Vance and his wife jetted off there in the middle of Trump’s bizarre obsession with buying the island. The trip was such a mess that Greenland’s government cut it short from several days to just three hours. No deals, no diplomacy — just snowy photo-ops for Instagram.
Or Disneyland, which Vance shut down for a private family day. Or that $2,500 Michelin-star dinner in San Diego. Or the birthday kayak trip, where the U.S. military literally raised a river in Ohio so the water would be smooth enough for him to paddle. That’s not middle America — that’s monarchy.
Meanwhile, American families are struggling. Groceries are up. Rent is up. Gas is up. Health care is a maze. Most people can’t get two weeks off without begging. But the vice president is out of office more than he’s in it.
To compare: Mike Pence barely traveled for fun in his first six months. Kamala Harris didn’t take a single personal trip. Vance? He’s vanished almost every month.
The man who once railed against “out-of-touch elites” is living like one — or worse. He’s not just disconnected. He’s flaunting it. And for a guy who’s supposed to stand with working Americans, that’s a slap in the face.
As one Ohio factory worker put it: “I’m trying to figure out how to pay for school clothes. He’s sipping wine in Italy.”
This isn’t just bad optics — it’s insulting. While millions scrape by, JD Vance is planning his next vacation.
Not in D.C. Not in Ohio. But somewhere with first-class flights, five-star menus, and a motorcade waiting.
