Dear newspapers: when you write stories about small America towns and why they vote for Trump, can you put more pictures of some unemployed factory worker staring glumly into the distance? Bonus for stark black and white instead of color, I'm looking at you, Guardian.
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Ask me how I know.
"Man, that's tough. When did it close?"
"1981."
You think I'm kidding, man, go out to one of those dying towns and get a haircut at the local barbershop and wait ten minutes, somebody will tell you whose fault it all is.
Which is true, but only partially.
It makes you an asshole.