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After thirty years spent scratching together a middle-class life out of a “dirt-poor” childhood, Joe Bageant moved back to his hometown of Winchester, Virginia, where he realized that his family and neighbors were the very people who carried George W. Bush to victory. That was ironic, because Winchester, like countless American small towns, is fast becoming the bedrock of a permanent underclass. Two in five of the people in his old neighborhood do not have high school diplomas. Nearly everyone over fifty has ...
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After thirty years spent scratching together a middle-class life out of a “dirt-poor” childhood, Joe Bageant moved back to his hometown of Winchester, Virginia, where he realized that his family and neighbors were the very people who carried George W. Bush to victory. That was ironic, because Winchester, like countless American small towns, is fast becoming the bedrock of a permanent underclass. Two in five of the people in his old neighborhood do not have high school diplomas. Nearly everyone over fifty has serious health problems, and many have no health care. Credit ratings are low or nonexistent, and alcohol, overeating, and Jesus are the preferred avenues of escape.

A raucous mix of storytelling and political commentary, Deer Hunting with Jesus is Bageant’s report on what he learned by coming home. He writes of his childhood friends who work at factory jobs that are constantly on the verge of being outsourced; the mortgage and credit card rackets that saddle the working poor with debt, i.e., “white trashonomics”; the ubiquitous gun culture—and why the left doesn’t get it; Scots Irish culture and how it played out in the young life of Lynddie England; and the blinkered “magical thinking” of the Christian right. (Bageant’s brother is a Baptist pastor who casts out demons.) What it adds up to, he asserts, is an unacknowledged class war. By turns brutal, tender, incendiary, and seriously funny, this book is a call to arms for fellow progressives with little real understanding of “the great beery, NASCAR-loving, church-going, gun-owning America that has never set foot in a Starbucks.”

Deer Hunting with Jesus is a potent antidote to what Bageant dubs “the American hologram”—the televised, corporatized virtual reality that distracts us from the insidious realities of American life.


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One devotee of Joe Bageant's gonzo journalism (www.joebageant.com) described its proprietor as a "redneck socialist," a moniker that the webmaster happily accepts. Bageant was raised in the "dirt-poor" town of Winchester, Virginia, deep in the heart of George Bush Land. After spending 30 years as a journeyman reporter in the West, he decided to return to his roots. The struggling working-class community that he found was far different than the middle-class suburbia that most of us envisage as mainstream America, but actually far more typical of a country where 75 percent of citizens don't go to college. His commentary on an underclass left behind blends storytelling, memoir, and political manifesto.
Library Journal

In this trenchant, aggravating, humorous, and heartbreaking book, Bageant, whose blog has a bit of a cult following, uses a combination of political commentary, reporting, and storytelling to explore what he describes as an unacknowledged class war in the United States. Returning after 30 years to the "dirt-poor" neighborhoods of his native Winchester, VA, Bageant examines the lives of the working poor using the stories of his friends and neighbors. Through these bleak tales, he paints a picture of a permanent underclass exploited by the Right and forgotten or even disdained, by the Left. Bageant explores, among other things, gun culture, Christian fundamentalism, predatory mortgage lending, illiteracy, outsourcing, and the decline of the American healthcare system. Written as a wake-up and rallying call for progressives, the work is decidedly partisan. Bageant's writing is witty, bilious, tender, and cruel by turns. Though his style often engages, it also alienates. His perspective is so fresh and his message so important that it is frustrating that many readers may be put off by his approach. The book would have benefited from closer editing; it is a slim volume but could stand to be leaner still. Recommended for collections with a current affairs focus, especially those in public libraries.
—Rachel Bridgewater

Kirkus Reviews
Web columnist Bageant returns to his hometown to investigate why a permanent underclass perennially votes to keep itself that way. Having busted out decades ago to serve in the Navy and then live in hippie communes and on an Indian reservation, the author decided in his 50s to take stock of the situation back in Winchester, Va. There, the liberal-minded Bageant found the expected co-mingling of fundamentalists and rednecks (his words), often distinguishable from each other only in terms of whether alcohol was eschewed or abused. He spent time down at Burt's Tavern holding his tongue while cataloging the hallmarks of a downtrodden, working-class community. While many struggle with chronic health problems and are just a lost paycheck or two away from homelessness, the author chronicles, they-or at least the minority who bother to vote- represent a solid block of support for the Republican Party and President Bush. Bageant personally sees the GOP as the font of economic policy designed to maintain, if not widen, the gap between America's rich and poor. Here he attempts an analysis of the religious and social underpinnings that account for this apparent contradiction. He finds that, in this community, largely Scots-Irish, with a Calvinist Protestant tradition, prejudices are sustained and even propagated largely as a result of the sheer ignorance that is the inevitable outcome in a place where education has never been a priority. The town's well-off clique of realtors, lawyers and business owners, the author further rants, sees no problem in maintaining its pool of "cheap hillbilly labor" exactly as it stands. His warning to other liberals: Stop overhyping gun control, but when it comes tothe Christian evangelists' push for theocracy in place of democracy, be very afraid. Blunt and often revealing, though at times the author wanders off on personal tangents. Agent: Daniel Greenberg/Levine Greenberg Literary Agency
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"Joe Bageant is a brilliant writer. He evokes working class America like no one else. The account of his revisit to his Virginia roots is sobering, poignant, and instructive."
—Howard Zinn, author of A People's History of the United States

"This book is righteous, self-righteous, exhilarating, and aggravating. By God, it's a raging, hilarious, and profane love song to the great American redneck. As a blue state man with a red state childhood, I have been waiting for this book for years. We ignore its message at our peril."
—Sherman Alexie, author of Reservation Blues

“This fine book sheds a devastating light on Bush & Co.'s notorious 'base,' i.e. America's white working class, whose members have been ravaged by the very party that purports to take their side. Meanwhile, the left has largely turned them out, or even laughed at their predicament. Of their degraded state—and, therefore, ours—Joe Bageant writes like an avenging angel.”
—Mark Crispin Miller, author of Fooled Again: The Real Case for Election Reform

"Joe Bageant is the Sartre of Appalachia. His white-hot bourbon-fuelled prose shreds through the lies of our times like a weed-whacker in overdrive. Deer Hunting with Jesus is a deliciously vicious and wickedly funny chronicle of a thinking man's life in God's own backwoods."
—Jeffrey St. Clair, author of Grand Theft Pentagon and co-editor of CounterPunch

“This recounting of lost lives—of white have-nots in one of our most have-not states—has the power of an old-time Scottish Border ballad. It is maddening and provocative that the true believers in 'American exceptionalism' and ersatz machismo side with those stepping all over them. Bageant's writing is as lyrical as Nelson Algren's, and if there's a semblance of hope, it's that he catches on with new readers thanks to the alternative media.”
—Studs Terkel

"Deer Hunting with Jesus is one of those rare books that is colorful, depressing, hilarious, and biting all at the same time. Joe Bageant has given us a glimpse into the vicious class war that is too often ignored or hidden by those happily perpetrating this war."
—David Sirota, author of Hostile Takeover

“Dead serious and damn funny...Bageant writes with the ghosts of Hunter S. Thompson, Will Rogers, and Frank Zappa kibitzing over his shoulder...Takes Thomas Frank’s What’s the Matter With Kansas, to the next level. “
Mother Jones

“Bageant mixes a reporter's keen analysis, a storyteller's color, and a native son's love of his roots in this absorbing dissection of America's working poor...wise, tender, and acerbic."
Booklist

“Mixing folksy populism with the lacerating fury of Hunter S. Thompson, Bageant’s bitingly funny report can at times make Michael Moore seem tame. While Hunting may leave you heartsick, it’s hard to turn away.”
Entertainment Weekly

“Informative, infuriating, terrifying, scintillating...Imagine a cross between Thomas Frank’s What’s the Matter with Kansas?, Hunter S. Thompson’s booze-and-dope-fueled meditations on Nixon’s political potency, and C. Wright Mills’s understanding of the durability of the power elite.”
The American Prospect

“Hilariously funny, very angry, and somewhat depressing...The one book I read in 2007 that I would like all of you to read.”
Atlanta Journal-Constitution

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307449573
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/24/2008
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 195,243
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Joe Bageant writes an online column (www.joebageant.com) that has made him a cult hero among gonzo-journalism junkies and progressives. He has been interviewed on Air America and comments on America’s long history of religious fundamentalism in the BBC/Owl documentary The Vision: Americans on America. Until recently he worked as a senior editor for the Primedia History Magazine Group. Bageant and his wife recently downsized their lives in America so that Joe could spend half the year in Belize, where he writes and sponsors a small development project with the Black Carib families of Hopkins Village.


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American Serfs

Inside the white ghetto of the working poor

"73 virgins in arab heaven and not a dam one in this bar!"

—Men's room wall, Burt's Tavern

Faced with working-class life in towns such as Winchester, see only one solution: beer. So I sit here at Burt's Tavern watching fat Pootie in a T-shirt that reads: one million battered women in this country and i've been eating mine plain! That this is not considered especially offensive says all you need to know about cultural and gender sensitivity around here. And the fact that Pootie votes, owns guns, and is allowed to purchase hard liquor is something we should all probably be afraid to contemplate. Thankfully, even cheap American beer is a palliative for anxious thought tonight.

Then too, beer is educational and stimulates contemplation. I call it my "learning through drinking" program. Here are some things I have learned at Burt's Tavern:

1. Never shack up with a divorced woman who is two house payments behind and swears you are the best sex she ever had.

2. Never eat cocktail weenies out of the urinal, no matter how big the bet gets.

As you can see, learning through drinking is never dull. But when karaoke came to American bars, my hopsy approach to social studies got downright entertaining, especially here where some participants get gussied up for their three weekly minutes of stardom.

Take Dink Lamp over there in the corner, presently dressed like a stubble-faced Waylon Jennings. At age fifty-six, Dink's undying claim to fame in this town is not his Waylon imitation, however, which sucks (as do his Keith Whitley and his Travis Tritt). It is that he beat up the boxing chimpanzee at the carnival in 1963. This is a damned hard thing to do because chimpanzees are several times stronger than humans and capable of enough rage that the pugilistic primate wore a steel muzzle. Every good old boy in this place swears Dink pounded that chimpanzee so hard it climbed up the cage bars and refused to come back down and that Dink won a hundred dollars. I don't know. I wasn't there to see it because my good Christian family did not approve of attending such spectacles. One thing is for sure, though: Dink is tough enough to have done it. (To readers who wonder whether people really have names such as Dink and Pootie: Hell, yes! Not only do we have a Dink and a Pootie in Winchester, the town that stars in this book, we also have folks named Gator, Fido, Snooky, and Tumbug--whom we simply call Bug.)

Anyway, with this older crowd of karaoksters from America's busted-up laboring lumpen, you can count on at least one version of "Good-Hearted Woman" or a rendition of "Coal Miner's Daughter," performed with little skill but a lot of beery heart and feeling. And when it comes to heart and feeling, the best in town is a woman named Dottie. Dot is fifty-nine years old, weighs almost three hundred pounds, and sings Patsy Cline nearly as well as Patsy sang Patsy. Dot can sing "Crazy" and any other Patsy song ever recorded and a few that went unrecorded. She knows Patsy's unrecorded songs because she knew Patsy personally, as did many other people still living here in Winchester, where Patsy Cline grew up. We know things such as the way she was treated by the town's establishment, was called a drunken whore and worse, was snubbed and reviled during her life at every opportunity, and is still sniffed at by the town's business and political classes. But Patsy, who took shit from no one and knew cuss words that would make a Comanche blush and, well, she was one of us. Tough and profane. (Cussing is a form of punctuation to us.) Patsy grew up on our side of the tracks and suffered all the insults life still inflicts on working people here. Hers was a hard life.

Dot's life has been every bit as hard as Patsy's. Harder really, because Dot has lived twice as long as Patsy Cline managed to, and she looks it. By the time my people hit sixty we look like a bunch of hypertensive red-faced toads in a phlegm-coughing contest. Fact is, we are even unhealthier than we look. Doctors tell us that we have blood in our cholesterol, and the cops tell us there is alcohol in that blood. True to our class, Dottie is disabled by heart trouble, diabetes, and several other diseases. Her blood pressure is so high the doctor thought the pressure device was broken. And she is slowly going blind to boot.

Trouble is, insurance costs her as much as rent. Her old man makes $8 an hour washing cars at a dealership, and if everything goes just right they have about $55 a week left for groceries, gas, and everything else. But if an extra expense as small as $30 comes in, they compensate by not filling one of Dot's prescriptions--or two or three of them--in which case she gets sicker and sicker until they can afford the co-pay to refill the prescriptions again. At fifty-nine, these repeated lapses into vessel-popping high blood pressure and diabetic surges pretty much guarantee that she won't collect Social Security for long after she reaches sixty-three, if she reaches sixty-three. One of these days it will truly be over when the fat lady sings.

Dot started working at thirteen. Married at fifteen. Which is no big deal. Throw in "learned to pick a guitar at age six" and you would be describing half the southerners in my generation and social class. She has cleaned houses and waited tables and paid into Social Security all her life. But for the last three years Dottie has been unable to work because of her health. Dot's congestive heart problems are such that she will barely get through two songs tonight before nearly passing out.

Yet the local Social Security administrators, cold Calvinist hard-asses who treat federal dollars as if they were entirely their own in the name of being responsible with the taxpayers' money, have said repeatedly that Dot is capable of full-time work. To which Dot once replied, "Work? Lady, I cain't walk nor half see. I cain't even get enough breath to sing a song. What the hell kinda work you think I can do? Be a tire stop in a parkin' lot?" Not one to be moved by mere human misery, the administrator had Dot bawling her eyes out before she left that office. In fact, Dottie cries all the time now. Even so, she will sing one, maybe two songs tonight. Then she will get down off the stage with the aid of her cane, be helped into a car, and be driven home.

Although it might seem that my people use the voting booth as an instrument of self-flagellation, the truth is that Dottie would vote for any candidate--black, white, crippled, blind, or crazy--who she thought would actually help her. I know because I have asked her if she would vote for a candidate who wanted a national health care program. "Vote for him? I'd go down on him!" Voter approval does not get much stronger than that.

But no candidate, Republican or Democrat, is going to offer national health care, not the genuine article, although I suspect the Democrats will bandy some phony version next election. If Dot is lucky, a pollster might call her, take her political temperature over the phone to be fed into some computer. But that is about as much contact as our system is willing to have with a three-hundred-pound diabetic woman with a small bird and a husband too depressed to get out of his TV chair other than to piss or stumble off to his car-washing job.

Americans are supposed to be so disgustingly healthy, educated, rich, and happy. But I have seen half-naked Indians in Latin America eating grubs and scrubbing their codpieces on river rocks who were a whole lot happier, and in some cases more cared for by their governments. Once, in Sonora, Mexico, I got very sick among the Sari Indians and needed a doctor. Every Sari Indian had national health care, but the American crapping his guts out behind their shacks, a man who made fifty times their annual income, could not even afford health insurance in his own country because I was a young freelance writer without the protections of a salaried staff position with a newspaper or magazine. Anyway, I wish I could say the Saris also had a native cure for dysentery, but they did not.

Actually, I can think of one politician who stands up for people like Dot and programs like national health care. But he is busy right now being president of Venezuela. Show me a political party willing to train and put real working-class people on these streets door-to-door, which is what it will take to mobilize the votes of the working screwed, and I will show you one that can begin to kick a hole in that wall between Capitol Hill and the people it is supposed to be serving. But we all know that is not about to happen. Parties do not lead revolutions. They follow them. And then only when forced to. The Democrats began to support the civil rights movement only after the bombings and lynchings and fire hoses and marchers caused enough public outrage to indicate there were probably some votes to be wrung out of the whole sorry spectacle playing out on American TV screens. That was back when a good old-fashioned Watts-type city burn-down could still get Washington's attention. I suspect nowadays it would be one of those national emergencies that Homeland Security would handle.

But Dink and Pootie and Dot are the least likely Americans to ever rise up in revolt. Dissent does not seep deeply enough into America to reach places like Winchester, Virginia. Never has. Yet, unlikely candidates that they are for revolution, they have nonetheless helped fuel a right-wing revolution with their votes--the same right-wing revolution said to be rooted in the culture wars of which neither of them has ever heard.

In the old days class warfare was between the rich and the poor, and that's the kind of class war I can sink my teeth into. These days it is clearly between the educated and the uneducated, which of course does make it a culture war, if that's the way you choose to describe it. But the truth is that nobody is going to reach Dink and Dot or anyone else on this side of town with some elitist jabber about culture wars. It is hard enough reaching them with the plain old fact that the Republicans are the party of the dumb and callous rich. As far as they are concerned, dumb people in our social class have been known to become very rich. Take Bobby Fulk, the realtor we all grew up with. He's dumber than owl shit but now worth several millions. And he still drinks Bud Light and comes into Burt's once in a while. Besides, any one of us here could very well hit the Powerball lottery and become rich like Bobby Fulk.

It's going to be a tough fight for progressives. We are going to have to pick up this piece of roadkill with our bare hands. We are going to have to explain everything about progressivism to the people at Burt's because their working-poor lives have always been successfully contained in cultural ghettos such as Winchester by a combination of God rhetoric, money, cronyism, and the corporate state. It will take a huge effort, because they understand being approximately poor and definitely uneducated and in many respects accept it as their lot. Right down to being sneered at by the Social Security lady. Malcolm X had it straight when he said the first step in revolution is massive education of the people. Without education nothing can change. What my people really need is for someone to say out loud: "Now lookee here, dammit! We are dumber than a sack of hair and should'a got an education so we would have half a notion of what's going on in the world." Someone once told me that and, along with the advice never to mix Mad Dog 20/20 with whiskey, it is the best advice I ever received. But no one in America is about to say such a thing out loud because it sounds elitist. It sounds un-American and undemocratic. It also might get your nose broken in certain venues. In an ersatz democracy maintaining the popular national fiction that everyone is equal, it is impermissible to say that, although we may all have equal constitutional rights, we are not actually equal. It takes genuine education and at least some effort toward self-improvement just to get to the starting line of socioeconomic equality.

Why are my people so impervious to information? Despite how it appears, our mamas did not drop us on our heads. Hell, thanks to our kids, most of us even have the Internet. Still, my faith in the Internet's information democracy wilted when I once suggested to a friend facing eviction that we Google "renter's rights" to learn his options, and watched him type in "rinters kicked out." (Then too, when we bumped into the banner on a site reading jennifer licks the huge man's sword, we both got sidetracked.) Yet two weeks later he had found the neoconservative website NewsMax.com and learned how to bookmark it. Sometimes I think the GOP emits a special pheromone that attracts fools and money.

The lives and intellectual cultures of these, the hardest-working people, are not just stunted by the smallness of the society into which they were born. They are purposefully held in bondage by a local network of moneyed families, bankers, developers, lawyers, and businesspeople in whose interests it is to have a cheap, unquestioning, and compliant labor force paying high rents and big medical bills. They invest in developing such a labor force by not investing (how's that for making money out of thin air!) in the education and quality of life for anyone but their own. Places such as Winchester are, as they say, "investment paradise." That means low taxes, few or no local regulations, no unions, and a chamber of commerce tricked out like a gaggle of hookers, welcoming the new nonunion, air-poisoning factory. "To hell with pollution! We gonna sell some propity, we gonna move some real 'state today, fellas!" Big contractors, realtors, lawyers, everybody gets a slice, except the poorly educated nonunion mooks who will be employed at the local plant at discount rates.

At the same time, and more important, this business cartel controls most elected offices and municipal boards. It also dominates local development and the direction future employment will take.

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Table of Contents


Introduction     1
American Serfs: Inside the White Ghetto of the Working Poor     19
Republicans by Default: Redneck Pride and Fear in an Age of Outsourcing     51
The Deep-Fried, Double-Wide Lifestyle: Whatever It Takes, the Mortgage Racket Will Put You Under Your Own Roof     97
Valley of the Gun: Black Powder and Buckskin in Heartland America     117
The Covert Kingdom: They Plead Upon the Blood of Jesus for A Theocratic State     159
The Ballad of Lynddie England: One Foot in Ulster, The Other in Iraq     195
An Authorized Place to Die: The American Health Care System on Life Support     221
American Hologram: The Apocalypse Will Be Televised     247
Acknowledgments     269
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  • Posted July 11, 2011

    There will be no More...

    Reviewing the Reviewers
    I find the two negative reviews regarding this book interesting in that they betray so much of who and what and where the reviewers are. Arrogant landholding upscale Winchester Virginia snobs who are either blinded by their economic distance from the subjects of this book or, more likely, who have set out to sink it. Their reviews speak volumes, if not about the book, then about themselves.
    No problem, jackasses; as you no doubt know, Joe dropped his mortal coil several months back. You will need to dissemble no more.
    For the rest of you, let me say that this book and Joe Bageant told it like it was at the time, and most likely like it will be for a long time to come. If you like Studs Terkel, you'll love this book.
    Panama Red

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2007

    A reviewer

    As a Scots-Irish liberal who wandered off the reservation many years ago, Joe Bageant has an extraordinary empathy for these Middle American conservative Western Virginia folk who have never been given a fair shake. They have let us know in recent years that we have ignored them at our peril. Joe Bageant laughs with them, not at them. Highly recommended to every high faltin' college graduate liberal who has no understanding of middle America. I too am a Scots-Irish liberal who wandered off the reservation many years ago and he describes my roots to a T.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2010

    It is an enigma that the working class poor continue to vote Republican, given this is counter-productive to their own economic interests. The book provides a multi-faceted explanation that emphasizes that there are Republicans (the manipulators)

    and Republican voters (the manipulated). It also emphasizes the impotency of democratic stategists to decouple conservative social issues from the bogus reagonomics of the right.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 29, 2008

    The Worst Book I've EVER read

    DO NOT WASTE YOUR MONEY BUYING THIS BOOK! He has has absolutely no research put into this book and wants you to believe his statements as fact!

    1 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2014

    Very worthwhile

    Bageant is very humorous while illuminating a serious situation--the culture of blue-collar America and the ways in which both political parties fail these people: Democrats by either ignoring or looking down on them, Republicans by cynical manipulation of them. Sounds heavy, but the book is so entertaining that you don't mind getting educated.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 4, 2013

    Better then deer hunting with Dick Chaney

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 9, 2013

    Deer tracks

    Head to result 6

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  • Posted May 3, 2013

    Informative and saddening

    Joe Bageant writes of his small town Winchester Virginia, the lives most of its citizens lead, and the reasons why the majority of them will not support contemporary Democratic Party positions. The book was written in 2007 but most of the information is still accurate. The stories are interesting and mildly humorous but not often laugh-out-loud funny.

    If you ever wondered why working poor people could vote for politicians and policies that seem counter to their own fair treatment and the future of their children, you owe it to yourself to read this book.

    If you wondered how fundamentalist Christian beliefs experienced a resurgence in the US, this is also a good book for you.

    Last but not least, Mr. Bageant makes a good case for private gun ownership rights. Even if you disagree with that, it helps everyone if you understand the position of those that agree with it, and respect them for it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2012

    Recommended

    A little dated, but recommended reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 14, 2012

    Emily to ryan

    Ryan? U here? If ur locked out then go back to result 3

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 8, 2011

    highly recommended

    I highy recommend this book to anyone who is interested in the social fabric of america. I have a background similar to the author and live in an area and work people like those in the book. I feel that I have found a kindred sprit in Joe Bageant, his observations are insightfull and accurate. I anxiously await any new books he may publish.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2009

    Don't bother category

    Although colorfully written and a catchy title, this book hashes over the same liberal drivel about how Bush is to blame for everything including the Democratic Congresses' social agendas over the past 60 years. It really puts down Winchester, Virginia which is a nice small town where the author grew up. Too bad he has to blame everyone else for his shortcomings.

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