|"Farmer reading his farm paper" By George W. Ackerman, Coryell County, Texas, September 1931|
Now, think of the people, living in a place like Holcomb, having TV and movies every day showing them what kind of life is lived in New York, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Boston, constantly reminding them of the endless diversions in places like these, and rubbing their noses in the emptiness of their existence. And remember, that by and large all of these people have lived their lives just the way they were told to, working hard and trying to raise decent families. Imagine the desperation that these people must feel as they tell themselves that their church socials and high school basketball games are a decent substitute for all of the wonders that the world has to offer, and which they will never experience. Now think of them getting angrier and angrier as the years go by, as their lives go nowhere, and as they are taunted by the constant reminders of how much life has given to others. And yet, they are unable to put the pieces together and come to an understanding of how this happened to them.Be sure to read the entire post. They try hard, but fall so short in understanding middle America. You could only be foolish yokels, manipulated into supporting a political party. You have no idea what real happiness is!
These are the prey of the Republican party, of the Evangelical charlatans, of the conservatives. These are the people who are so desperate to comprehend their misery, the emptiness of their lives, that they will accept the lying, corrupt baiting of the Republicans as a rational explanation. It would never occur to Democrats to increase these people's misery by further exploiting them; it is the stuff of life to Republicans.
Sure, you can be entertained by things like living only an hour away from the mountains and the beach. Then again, maybe you're one of those who gets joy from seeing the smile in you're neighbor's newborn baby's eyes. Maybe you're one of those who can go to a place and point to something that you helped build with your hands, a business that makes America the greatest nation on the earth. Maybe the feel of rich soil on your hands, and sweat on your brow brings you happiness. Or maybe you're one of those who gives your time away helping those who cannot help themselves, understanding that true happiness comes from selflessness.
Then again, maybe I'm wrong and true happiness comes from eating at a Chinese restaurant where Brad Pitt might stop by...
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