Late at night while his daughter sleeps on the couch in their rent-by-the-week duplex that’s not much bigger than his first apartment, Joe watches his Chinese teevee and sees this black guy from Chicago with the sinister, foreign-sounding name
busy living the life that was supposed to be Joe’s.
Then, two channels away, sincere men who seem to understand and completely sympathize with Joe’s problems sink shafts directly into the heart of Joe’s worst nightmares and whisper to him that his deepest fears are all true. That the black guy from Chicago with the sinister, foreign-sounding really has stolen Joe’s birthright. Really does intend to destroy what’s left of Joe’s country.
Really isn’t even legally the President.
Because when measured out by the spoonful, the fears of millions of men like Joe can make a hair dye salesman rich.
But when laced with blood, sold raw and by the pound, and pointed in the right direction, those same fears can topple governments.
Which is exactly what those sincere men on Joe’s Chinese teevee are betting on.
From Unjust For Men