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Missing Joe

I'm spending what little down time I have these days catching up on some reading. Currently I'm revisiting Joe Bageant, author of "Deerhunting With Jesus" and other fine works. Before JD Vance's "Hillbilly Elegy" sought to explain the Appalachian mindset to a large audience, there was Joe. Born dirt poor in Virginia, Joe became a journalist and editor before finding fame as a progressive commentator, or, in Joe's words, a "redneck socialist."
Joe died of cancer in 2011, and I can't help but wonder what he would have to say about the current situation (or the Obama era) if he were with us today. He did have much to say about Bush 43 and the early 2000s, much of which can be found at Cold Type.

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