In an earlier post I took a tolerant tone regarding David Von Drehle's essay about his journey into the heart of red America, "The Red Sea". I noted that a lot of people were making fun of it, but I thought it was okay.
Iowahawk apparently is not in the mood for tolerance. His "Heart of Redness" is the funniest thing that I have read all month. An excerpt:
At least Fleming had an excuse for volunteering, I thought; he had that false bravado of youth. But what was it that drove me here? Was it Von Drehle, or was I actually looking for something missing inside myself? I didn't have time to answer, because the third member of our party arrived at the table.
"You Dionne?" said the hulking man in the Carhhardt jacket. "I'm Epstein, from the Sociology Department."
Epstein was the legendary University of Iowa sociologist who knew the west Red Country better than any man in civilization. He knew their language, their mores, their favorite NASCAR drivers. It was rumored that he had even lived among them for a time, but my editors at the Post warned me not to speak to him of it.
You gotta read the whole thing.
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