A Hurricane in Georgia

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I can sleep through anything, so the first I knew of the storm was my wife waking me up around 3 or 4 AM on Friday morning, the 27th of September. Our old feist dog was whining and panting hard, in panic mode under the bed. The wind was howling and it was pouring sheets of rain. The power was off, so I retrieved my flashlight to comfort the dog. We had no idea what was really happening outside. No one was worried. No one was prepared. My preparation consisted of dropping the umbrella on the patio table, to account for wind. The only significant damage I could remember from a hurricane, outside of isolated tornadoes, was when Hugo came through in 1989 and caused significant treefall in some areas. I live in the first planned suburban neighborhood in Aiken, South Carolina, and it is a large development. It is the kind of neighborhood where investors and hedge funds love to buy up homes to create rentals. There is a mix of elderly people who have lived here for many years, young …

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Welcome to Bizarro Texas!

Deep in the jungles of the southern hemisphere lies an eerie version of my homeland; the natives call it 'Brazil'

Cattle auctions are regular TV fodder; their favorite drink is ‘the little redneck’

As rural culture is throttled and the countryside is depopulated, we await a future of economic bifurcation beneath the cruel lash of our overclass masters

By Michael Lind

It is a place from the nightmares of America’s elite metropolitan progressives. A place where there is a steakhouse in every neighborhood. Where the favorite drink is called “the little redneck.” Where new Ford F-150s sell out as soon as they are offered by dealers. Where crowds gather to watch football on TV, with their cheers echoing blocks away when their team scores. Where Pentecostal street preachers and televangelists are gaining ever-more converts and political influence. A place whose history is defined by both cattle ranches and slave plantations. A place where courtesy and violence are two sides of the same coin. The perfect target for a boycott. Texas? No, Brazil. Brazil is like a southern-hemisphere Bizarro World version of the United States. As a sixth-generation Texan, when visiting Brazil I confess that I feel more at home than I do in the American Northeast or West Coast. Local television in Rio de Janeiro features several 24-hour channels devoted to rural issues. Agro …

A Hurricane in Georgia

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