Yet when I say I know these people personally, I mean I know their faults and foibles too. Many, a majority even, have an involvement in the grey economy of these West Texan small towns â€“ stuff that â€œfalls off the back of a truckâ€ or cash in hand that the taxman doesnâ€™t need to know about. Many take drugs â€“ weed, meth and prescription painkillers are the favorites around here. Many have done time for some crime themselves. Still, they fear â€œthe otherâ€ â€“ people who they may have experiences in common with but are not them or their small clique of good olâ€™ boys. The hypocrisy is obvious but never mentioned, because that simply makes the tension between their notion of what should be and their notion of what is unbearable. Thereâ€™s a lot of â€œexploding white menâ€ in West Texas, what Bruce Jacobs describes as â€œan emotional breaking point inherent in the late-capitalist tension between the venerable white male expectation of dominant power and the widespread white male reality of pain and loss and rageâ€. Gun control, crime, religion, race â€“ theyâ€™re all part of and stand as proxies to an underlying zeitgeist.
That’s the second article I read today with this trope or meme in it — anecdotal hogwash about angry white guys with guns who are little more than hopped-up gangsters their ownselves. I imagine there are plenty more blog posts in Draft folders from these poor benighteds out in the hinters forced to rub shoulders with the ticking time bombs.
Note that the linked website knows from ‘falls off the back of a truck.’