Fear and Loathing in Martinsville, Virginia
By: Josh
Published On: 8/24/2006 9:24:31 PM
It's 10am Sunday morning and I feel as fried as my eggs, as burnt as my toast, and as stale as this orange juice that must have been stored in Donald Duck aluminum cans since World War II. Folger's coffee with cremora has never tasted so good.
I didn't come to Martinsville, Virginia for the food. Astonishingly, I came to this tiny, beautiful town in the truest, true-blue center of the American heartlan for the politics. I came to capture an essential moment in American and Virginia political history: the precise moment Conservatism lost its hold on rural America.
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