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And so I was back in my friend’s house in this most tranquil, on the surface, country town. Outside was a young cherry tree with three bowling balls at its base, one for each dog buried beneath. A roofer’s ashes had also been scattered over its branches, but nothing remained of the short-lived man. Before my 74-year-old friend, Rudy, reclaimed the house, the roofer lived here.

A drunken fall off a friend’s deck during a July 4th party made the roofer miss a year of work, and got him hooked on painkillers. A second fall from a roof finished the always groggy man. He was but 33.

Behind Rudy’s house was a tiny trailer formerly occupied by a lonely fellow who collected rocks and pebbles. Sworn off alcohol decades ago, he only smoked weed. After living peacefully there for years, the nearly invisible 52-year-old had to move out when a neighbor decided to rat that the trailer had no plumbing, and thus illegal. Now, the rural hermit showed up just once a week to feed his old cat, the trailer’s only resident.

Down the road was a 72-year-old farmer who wouldn’t retire because farming was what he loved best. When a thresher shattered his left leg recently, the old man calmly drove himself to the hospital, and was back to cultivating within a month. He had spent nearly his entire life within a 20 mile radius, with just one trip to Chicago. Ann Arbor was alien enough, with Detroit, another planet. Each long day over, he could barely pay attention to Fox News. He voted Trump.

On the way in, we drove past a homemade sign, “BUILD BRIDGES NOT WALLS.” Other than that, I saw no other political statements during my five-day stay in Dexter.

Rudy’s three children were grown and gone, so the house was mostly empty. I had the entire second floor to myself. Each dawn, I looked out at the paling window to see a grain silo and a red barn. It was good to be away from so much concrete and so many bricks, and to wake up to utter silence. In the corner of my shower homesteaded a spider, and there was also a lady bug on the wall. Winking at me, she smiled.

Rudy’s marriage had been troubled for more than decade, his health was crashing and, each day, he could hear less. Serenely, Rudy spoke often of suicide, so I shouted, “Before you do that, Rudy, come visit me in Philadelphia! I’ll show you around! We’ll have a good time! Then you can commit suicide! You can even do it in Philadelphia if you want!”

Pondering his dwindling options, Rudy chuckled and shook his head.

If I don’t holler, Rudy can’t hear shit. At Dexter Pub on the town’s thriving and wholesome Main Street, there’s a sign warning against cursing, and last year, I accidentally shouted a few bad words while chatting with Rudy.

The obscene is saved for the men’s room, where there’s a poster of a blonde, bikinied babe, “Perfect Woman… Perfect Attitude.” Among the sayings of this ideal woman:

“That was a great fart! Do another one!”
“I’ve decided to stop wearing clothes around the house.”
“Your mother is way better than mine.”
“Shall I drop you and your friends off at the lap dancing club?”
“Why would I need more than three pairs of shoes?”
“Pubic hair! I hate those tight curls, I’m clean shaven.”
“I signed up for yoga so that I can get my ankles behind my head just for you.”
“God… If I don’t blow you soon, I swear I’m going to explode!”
“Listen, I make enough money for the both of us. Why don’t you retire forty years early?”
“Let’s subscribe to Hustler.”
“Honey… our new neighbor’s daughter is sunbathing again, come see.”
“Say, let’s go down to the mall so you can check out women’s asses.”
“Oh come on, not the damn mall again. Let’s go to that new strip joint.”

Though Dexter Pub was a very soothing place to enjoy pints of Two Hearted, Rudy declined to go there with me on this visit. “I’ve seen what the humans do. I don’t care anymore.”

“It’s all futile!” I piled on.

“You’re right.”

“I’m already tired, Rudy! And I’m only 53!”

Our degraded culture and politics disgust Rudy. Jewish power and Israel make him retch. When Rudy was young, chemtrails didn’t seed the sky.

Even the educated could barely write, Rudy rued, “I know a lawyer who writes ‘u,’ the letter, instead of ‘you.’ Soon, we’ll have a post-literate society!”

Unable to read or write, we will still have to obey innumerable rules. At a supermarket, the cashier asked near-death, stooping Rudy for his ID as he bought beer. “It’s the rule,” she lamented.

“They’re getting so intrusive.”

“I know.”

“And prayers aren’t going to help.”

“I agree.”

“Maybe a gun will!”

“I’m with you.”

They both laughed.

Back in the car, Rudy further observed, “Not only do they care what you do, but pretty soon, they will tell you what to do, and observe that you’re not doing it. It’s that bad.”

DexterTownship is 97.5% white, while adjacent DexterCity is 92.7% vanilla. Together, they have just over 10,000 souls. During the first decade of the 21st century, DexterCity grew 73.9%, and one can assume that its whiteness is a prime attraction for newcomers. With no violent crimes, graffiti or loud music from passing cars, the only civic discomfort seems to be the longish wait at the Dairy Queen on summer evenings.

In the middle of town is a handsome, four-sided clock on an iron post, standing on a well-tended flower bed, and on the side of the Riverview Café is painted, white on indigo, “GOD BLESS AMERICA.”


DexterHigh School’s mascot is the Dreadnaught, and its most famous alumnus in recent years is Mark Koernke, a militia leader. Son of a sheriff’s deputy, Koernke joined the Army Reserve then worked as a janitor at the University of Michigan for 15 years. In the early 90’s, he started to broadcast on shortwave radio, gained a following, then achieved national prominence when he was mistakenly identified as the mastermind behind the Oklahoma City bombing in 1995.

Now broadcasting over the internet five times a day, five days a week, each Koernke show opens with a Thelen Paulk poem solemnly intoned, with slight variations, over ominous drum beats. It’s a state of the union and indictment of our government:

I had a dream the other night that, well, I didn’t understand.
A figure walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand.
His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed,
He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low to me, he said:

“We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty.
We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.
For future generations, this legacy we gave,
In this, the land of the free and home of the brave.

“The freedoms we secured for you, we hoped you’d always keep.
But tyrants labored endlessly, while your parents were asleep.
Your freedoms gone, your courage lost, you’re no more than a slave,
In this, the land of the free and home of the brave.

“You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun,
Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.
On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent,
Although you have no voice in saying how the money’s spent.

“Your children must attend a school that doesn’t educate,
And your Christian values can’t be taught, according to the state.
You read about the current news, in a regulated press,
And you pay a tax you do not owe, to please the I.R.S.

“Your money is no longer made of silver nor of gold.
You trade your wealth for paper, so your life can be controlled.
You pay for crimes that make our nation turn from God in shame.
You’ve taken Satan’s number. You’ve traded in your name.

“You’ve given government control to those who do you harm,
So they can burn down churches, and cease the family farm,
And keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail,
Harass your fellow countrymen, while corrupted courts prevail.

“Your public servants don’t uphold the solemn oaths they’ve sworn,
And your daughters visit doctors so their children won’t be born.
Your leaders send artillery and guns to foreign shores,
And send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people’s wars.

“Can you regain the freedom for which we fought and died?
Or don’t you have the courage or the faith to stand with pride?
And are there no more values for which you’ll fight to save?
Or do you wish your children to live in fear and be a slave?

“O sons of the republic, arise! Take a stand!
Defend the Constitution, the supreme law of the land!
Preserve our great republic and each God-given right,
And pray to God to keep the torch of freedom burning bright!

As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from which he came.
His words were true. We are not free, but we have ourselves to blame!
For even now as tyrants trample each God-given right,
We only watch and tremble, too afraid to stand and fight.

If he stood by your bedside, in a dream while you were asleep,
And wondered what remains of the freedoms he fought to keep,
What would be your answer, if he called out from the grave?
Is this still the land of the free and the home of the brave?

God bless you, and God bless this republic!

Though nearly everyone avoids poetry like bad breath, this poem has gained currency among many Americans who are convinced their government has been hijacked by entrenched criminals, with the only solution an armed revolution. Koernke and his listeners believe they’re languishing on occupied land.

Whereas the militia is only concerned with the defense of home and hearth, the professional military, as wielded by Washington, is an instrument for global crimes and, soon enough, also for domestic assault and control, so hammers Koernke, “It’s not the militia that ran Abu Ghraib. It’s not the militia that ran the rendition operations all over the world to torture people by cutting on their private body parts, or disemboweling them, or using electricity on them, or drowning them. That’s all government and regular military.”

The day before I landed in Dexter, I was in Manhattan as a guest on Chris

Hedges’ Russia Today show, On Contact. Among the points I made was that nationalism or nativism will enjoy a resurgence in both the US and Europe, for people need to have control over the constitution of their nations and cities.

The control freaks in DC won’t allow this to happen, however, so this is how it’s going to go down, according to Mark Koernke:

Everyone knew the conflict was at hand, and the open battle for the republic was about to begin. The dagger war has been raging for many, many years, with victories and defeats on both sides. Some had thought that Waco would be the boiling point, but it had not gone as any had foreseen. The 90’s had its skirmishes, and the militias had performed well but restrained themselves in the hope that some other solution would present itself. It had not. With each passing day, the pressure continued to build. The globalist agenda had been based upon lies, and the people knew it. Some were still trying to formulate a peaceful solution, but the system had its own plan, and treachery was the centerpiece of that plan. With the first play drawn, and blood spilt, there would be no turning back. In a time of its own choosing, in a place no one expected, the dance of swords would begin.



The bat faggots, combined with whatever Homeland Security bottom feeders, mostly mercenaries, are going to pick somebody […] to use as an example. That action is going to be a face off, and it’s gonna actually, you know, initially be casualties for those who are surprised. It’s going to happen that way. They’re going to get caught off guard a little bit, but not much, because everybody can sense it, feel it, taste it, touch it. What’s going to happen is people are going to call on others, and there’s a lot of people who are going to mobilize. The other side is going to do the same thing. They have all their technology, but, trust me, we’re pulling out all the stops […] At some point, there’s going to be a column of goofs in black uniforms, idiots, mostly pea brains… In fact, 99.9% pea brains in their spiffy, little black uniforms, with all their spiffy, little alphabet letters on them, and that column [will meet] a column of militia, mechanized, or light mechanized, and armed up, already cocked, locked and ready to rock and roll. The bottom feeders in the black uniforms will be screaming their profanities, and they’ll be screaming and screaming and screaming, and the other side won’t be screaming a whole lot. Somebody’s going to pull the trigger, and it’s gonna be one hell of a popcorn exchange. From a distance, it’s going to sound like somebody opened up the popcorn pan from hell.

Sounds like a national suicide or, rather, the climax to the ongoing national suicide.

Until that fireworks, there are plenty of little suicides, all over. As I mellowed in Dexter Pub, a text reached me from Philly. Jason, a 38-year-old acquaintance, had just died after a week-long drug binge. The accompanied video showed him on the floor of his brother’s house. “Just look at him,” the brother spat, “laying there next to the cat litter! Just a moment ago, he was fixing himself something to eat, too. Now, he’s passed out and even peed on himself! See that yellow stuff? That’s piss that I will have to clean up!” Likely high himself, the brother didn’t realize his rudderless sibling was already dead.

A young woman said to me recently, “I want to shoot myself in the face, but have enough consciousness left to arrange my teeth and chunks of my flesh,” so the need to give even the messiest order to one’s predicament is constant, for anything that’s captured is partially redeemed and dignified, while what’s unarticulated is forever lost. In a country driven into the ditch, some compose.

Linh Dinh’s Postcards from the End of America has just been released by Seven Stories Press. He maintains an active photo blog.

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  1. Linh,

    Just looked for your interview on the website fo Chris Hedges’ show. Has it aired yet?

    • Replies: @Linh Dinh
  2. JackOH says:

    Linh, I think Dexter’s also the home of a pretty good online pen store,, if my memory’s okay.

    Never heard of Mark Koernke, but that quote from him is way too fustian to be believed. Almost everyone, no matter how angry with the odious political state we live in, caves in to the everyday demands of earning a living, keeping a working respect of family and neighbors, and so on. Meaningful, articulable dissent is difficult, a labor of Hercules. Resistance, or insurrection, well, impossible, or nearly so.

    • Agree: jacques sheete
  3. Linh Dinh says: • Website

    Hi restless94110,

    It aired on February 18th. As I was roaming around Atlanta, and not home, I didn’t even see it, but I’m assuming it will be online soon.


    • Replies: @restless94110
  4. DexterHigh School’s mascot is the Dreadnaught
    Is it a Dreadnaught or Dreadnought.

    I used to love ships etc 45 years ago as young teenager.

    Linh like your articles. Many of the same I saw in 88 when travelling the St Lawrence seaway road as a student.

    Crossed the country 3 times in a 1980 Chevy Celebrity and a tent. Before that traveled south from NYC to Louisiana/Florida in a 1975 Ford LTD Station wagom

    • Replies: @wilpattuHouse
  5. @wilpattuHouse

    The 75 Ford LTD was fantastic. It had a 390 cubic inch engine. Bought in 1990 for $600. Had to replace starter motor / alternator every six months.

    Finally bought a hydraulic jack and carried spare starter and alternator and replaced in minutes.

  6. When it comes to Koernke I think Niven’s law applies :

    No cause is so noble that it won’t attract fuggheads
    (There is no cause so right that one cannot find a fool following it, being the more moderate formulation.)

    Restoration of the Republic is greatly to be desired. This is not a fools wish for some magic time when all was good, but rather an understanding that much of value has been cast aside. It may seem that we are too far down the road and all is lost, but despair is a sin and for those with investment in our national future we have a duty to try.

  7. In a country driven into the ditch, some compose.

    Even more of us decompose.

    It’s past time to stop talking, and start doing. Plan, organize, execute.

    A whole lot more people are going to die in enslaved misery over the next hundred years than will die if we stand up now and say “Hell no, no more of this.”

    • Agree: Stonehands
  8. RobinG says:

    “Not only do they care what you do, but pretty soon, they will tell you what to do, and observe that you’re not doing it. It’s that bad.”

    In downtown DC, the area around Judiciary Square, there are parking meters made to take either coins or credit cards, but they have “fixed” them so they only take cards. There may also be an option for a phone-app.

    So either way, not only must you pay, but you must inform them who you are, and how long you are there. (That’s on top of requiring that you carry plastic or have a smart phone contract.) I don’t like this, either the implicit discrimination or the constant surveillance. I’m not a particularly paranoid FEMA-camp type, but just out of disgust I won’t park there.

    • Replies: @JackOH
    , @iffen
  9. I’m retired after a 45 year career in tech.

    All my family and friends are relatively successful and happy. Life is good.

    Maybe you need to get rid of the creeps, learn a decent trade and make something decent out of your life.

    Romanticizing failure will result in being knee deep in shit.

  10. JackOH says:

    I received a thin catalog from a no-name retailer offering inexpensive, readily available consumer goods. Beneath the item’s description was the monthly payment, a ridiculously small amount, such as, maybe, $11.15 a month for a $100 watch. Payments were to be deducted directly from your bank account. My judgment told me that access to one’s bank account was the real purpose of this catalog of trivial goods.

    Surveillance cameras at my local state university are widely known to be used for supervisory purposes. Illegal? I don’t know. The faculty union seems to be unwilling to address the question. Dubious? You bet. One senior campus police official actually confessed to me in a moment of astounding candor that he kept track of one senior staffer because the staffer looked guilty. What the police official didn’t tell me was that the administration wanted to be rid of the staffer, and had imposed on campus police to their dirty work for them.

    I’m not a paranoid by any stretch, but I think I can judge “needlessly intrusive”, “dubiously intrusive”, and so on pretty well.

  11. During the first decade of the 21st century, DexterCity grew 73.9%, and one can assume that its whiteness is a prime attraction for newcomers.

    If you paid Ann Arbor taxes you might understand why a ten mile commute from a city with, how did you put it: “With no violent crimes, graffiti or loud music from passing cars,” might be appealing. The weekend run of A2 bikers does leave quite a bit to be desired though.

  12. mcohen says:
    @Shouting Thomas

    waaaaaahooooooo love it… called out the poseur.

    “Romanticizing failure will result in being knee deep in shit.”

  13. @Shouting Thomas

    Thomas has had his share of sorrows and life experience, and his advice should be heeded.

    Places like Dexter, Michigan are sanctuaries from urban chaos and anarcho-tyranny. Linh seems to have gone out of his way to find the half-empty glass for this one.

  14. tgordon says:

    I live in a rustbelt industrial/rural community in northern Indiana along the I80/90 corridor. At times it does feel like a sanctuary. I’ve given up alcohol after twenty years of “hard at it” and some days I feel like I don’t have much left, freedom included. That’s on the bad days. On the good ones, I’m able to remind myself that despair really is a sin and that despite all that’s been lost, “I write my own ticket.” as a wonderful NCO in the Army told his platoon. I’ve taken to running and driving in the country for as many sunsets and rises as I can catch. They’re still free. It all comes and goes quicker than we think.

    • Replies: @Stonehands
  15. @Linh Dinh


    Don’t want to put you into shock, but lists all the epidodes of all their shows most of them the day after airing. On Contact with Chris Hedges had a show in Feb. 19. It was all about Dr. Margaret Flowers on single-payer health care.

    The show after that on the 26th was JoAnn Arkalitis on the assualt on the arts. You aren’t mentioned, but I did not watch that show (tho I did watch Dr. Flowers episode).

    I was kinda looking forward to seeing you in an interview. Maybe they’ll run it on another day, but for now it looks to be un-aired.

    • Replies: @Linh Dinh
    , @Linh Dinh
  16. @Shouting Thomas

    “Romanticizing failure will result in being knee deep in shit”

    Maybe it’s a fine line between observing/describing and romanticising.

    There’s no doubt that an awful lot of working people have worse lives than they used to thirty or forty years ago. Real wages down, rents and property up, loss of community through demographic change. And young people have lower wages and higher student debt. Those of us who are ‘comfortable’ can’t ignore that.

  17. @Shouting Thomas

    All my family and friends are relatively successful and happy. Life is good.

    Yup. Because it’s all about you. Life is good in a degenerate police state? Some people seem happy because they don’t know any better. It’s not likely they’ll ever wake up, either. I know lots of professionals who make claims like yours. Outside their professions, they’re as clueless as they are supercilious.

    Maybe you need to get rid of the creeps, learn a decent trade and make something decent out of your life.

    I got rid of the creeps, i.e., bosses, and still “done good,” but I see no need to be smug about it. And I see how hard it is for today’s young ‘uns to replicate my experience. Of course one could forget about a trade and get a job with some government agency. Parasitism is good, eh?

    Romanticizing failure will result in being knee deep in shit.

    Correct. I suspect that the country is knee deep in doo-doo partly because of the cornball romanticism exemplified by the sappy poem about the Am Rev. Most ‘Merkins have no clue about what it was all about, and wouldn’t understand it if it were explained to them. Even if they did, they wouldn’t believe it. And even the believers haven’t done whole helluva lot about it.

    This is total, utter B.S:

    “We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty.
    We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.
    For future generations, this legacy we gave,
    In this, the land of the free and home of the brave.

    • Replies: @Stonehands
  18. iffen says:

    I’m not a particularly paranoid FEMA-camp type

    Well, that’s a relief.

    BTW, aren’t you afraid of becoming contaminated by inside the Beltway thinking?

  19. Linh Dinh says: • Website

    Hi restless 94110,

    I just emailed Seven Stories Press to ask them to check on this for me. On Feb 19th, Chris Hedges did tweet:

    Chris Hedges‏ @ChrisLynnHedges Feb 19

    Next episode of #OnContact will have Linh Dinh. Airs Saturday:

    So it was aired on the 25th, apparently (and not 18th, as I mistakenly wrote above). I just checked my blog traffic and saw a huge spike on the 25th, so it had to be from people who had just seen the show.

    What I find out, I’ll let you know.


    • Replies: @Wizard of Oz
  20. Agent76 says:

    Aug 16, 2011 The Tale of the Slave – Robert Nozick

    “Anarchy, State and Utopia”. I would recommend re-watching the video to see clearly if Nozick’s question is answerable.

  21. @Linh Dinh

    Here’s a question prompted by your association of Dexter characteristics with whiteness (or homogeneity???):

    What is the age composition of Dexter?

    Not too many young males, especially non studying unemployed young males????

    • Replies: @Linh Dinh
  22. There is not end of America. But there is always death of old generation replaced by new generation.
    I am totally amazed by new generation.
    The new American generation now entirely severed any ties to sincerity honesty and truth.
    God has many types of punishment in his punishments storeroom. No necessity for repetition of Sonora end Gomorra.

  23. Linh Dinh says: • Website
    @Wizard of Oz

    Hi Wizard of Oz,

    From two visits, last year and this year, I saw plenty of families, kids and young people. It appeared in every way like a healthy and thriving community. There were plenty of businesses and no empty store fronts. Many people also find work in nearby Ann Arbor, I assume.


    There were 1,590 households of which 42.6% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 51.8% were married couples living together, 12.3% had a female householder with no husband present, 3.1% had a male householder with no wife present, and 32.9% were non-families. 28.2% of all households were made up of individuals and 8.7% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.56 and the average family size was 3.20.

    The median age in the city was 36.2 years. 31% of residents were under the age of 18; 4.8% were between the ages of 18 and 24; 32.6% were from 25 to 44; 23.2% were from 45 to 64; and 8.6% were 65 years of age or older. The gender makeup of the city was 47.1% male and 52.9% female.


    • Replies: @Wizard of Oz
  24. Anonymous • Disclaimer says:
    @Shouting Thomas

    Lucky you. Congratulations!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Now, it is more interesting to read about those people than about your day mowing the lawn or whatever it is that you do now. Failure, however defined, is usually more interesting in literature than success. Also, I think success is really subjective, and we all fail in at least one thing or another.

    I like that Lihn gives a voice to those people and I enjoy reading their stories.


    • Agree: jacques sheete
  25. OutWest says:
    @Shouting Thomas

    You can’t go home. My growing up home was one of the early planned communities; every factory site had a railroad siding. The city was originally planned circa 1900 by the Gary Indiana steel mill moguls who needed an industrial community to make things out of their raw steel and such, i.e. the brass props for the Queen Mary. The facilities were unrecognized killers with silicosis and asbestoses catalyzed with tobacco. The best blue collar job I scored was open because my predecessor was killed on the job. I judged that I could handle the hazards.

    Shopping, hotels and theaters were first class. But we of the second and third generation were able to attain more professional goals. There’s an excellent history of the town (Cross Roads of the Nation I think) written by a professor classmate from an Italian family that started at the very bottom. One of guys I went to school with pitched for the Yankees; another founded a sports dynasty. And of course medical doctors, Harvard professors and such. The point being that such communities were the basis of America in those days.

    It’s all gone now. Instead there are the new black people from the Delta region and Hispanics. The tough jobs that molded people are gone replaced it seems by drugs and other illicit stuff.

    Times change; not necessarily for the better.

  26. Linh Dinh says: • Website

    Hi restless94110

    OK, so this is what happened. It was originally scheduled for 2/25, but will now be broadcast on Russia Today this Saturday at 5:30PM, 8:30PM 11PM ET, and again: Tuesday, 7:30PM and 10PM ET.


    • Replies: @restless94110
  27. Speaking of failures, I’d guess any society that hasn’t solved this ancient problem probably qualifies as a failure by any reasonable standard.

    “A second, and a very bold political measure of Lycurgus, is his redistribution of the land. For there was a dreadful inequality in this regard, the city was heavily burdened with indigent and helpless people, and wealth was wholly concentrated in the hands of a few.”
    -Plutarch, The Parallel Lives, The Life of Lycurgus, p205

    Lycurgus, c. 900 – 800 BC, was a Spartan lawgiver

    Please note that I am not advocating a redistribution of land, at least not yet…

  28. Dwright says:

    So all in all Dexter is not a bad place to live, or did I miss something.

    • Replies: @jacques sheete
  29. @Dwright

    It must be a fine place. It has a DQ and a ‘Merkin flag.

    Just ignore the bathroom philosophy in the pub and the guy in the trailer house. Or this, (which Rudy rued), “I know a lawyer who writes ‘u,’ the letter, instead of ‘you.’ Soon, we’ll have a post-literate society!”

  30. eah says:

    Nothing like being on the road and rolling into a small American town on some ‘Blue Highway’ and seeing a Dairy Queen on the main drag — it’s somehow comforting.

  31. eah says:

    DexterTownship is 97.5% white, while adjacent DexterCity is 92.7% vanilla.

    In other words, it still looks like America around there.

  32. In other words, it still looks like America around there.


    In the first US census (1790), around 95% of the population were white in the North.

    Whites were ~60% in the South.


  33. wayfarer says:

    Always enjoy your work, Linh. Hope you keep reporting, from the streets of America. A nation’s rank-and-file citizens are under siege. Take as an example,

    * San Francisco, California (a.k.a., “Greed City”).
    * A heroin high is $15 (
    * An average one bedroom rental costs ~$115 per day (
    * HUD affordable housing has a 10 year waiting line (“Se habla español!”).
    * It’s illegal to be a homeless citizen ($500 “camping” ticket per night).
    * It’s legal to be an illegal (“Sanctuary City!”).
    * FREE one-way bus tickets, for homeless Americans (
    * Unchecked self-serving greed rules.
    * Resident CEO’s speak with silver spoons in mouths (
    * Starbuck’s pays $8 per hour, after taxes (,
    * College grads owe ~$30,000 on student loans (
    * New car costs ~$33,500 (
    * Game of Monopoly, still popular after all these years.
    * SF homeless czar, “…let them eat cake!” (
    * 9-out-of-10 politicians willing to take the shirt off your back.
    * UCB takes back the promise of free education (
    * UCSF replaces IT staff with H-1B (visa) non-citizens (
    * Etc., etc., ad nauseam.

    Have a beautiful day, America!

  34. wayfarer says:

    To clarify, it seems the only commodity that’s cheap in San Francisco is a heroin-addiction-high and free one-way bus tickets out of town for the people who can’t earn enough money to pay $115 per day for a rental apartment or wait 10-years for an affordable HUD housing voucher.

    Until there’s a profound philosophical paradigm shift (e.g. realization that reincarnation is a cosmic fact of creation), self-serving individuals in-and-of power will continue to squander their potential to advance spiritually as citizens of eternity on the infinite journey of souls.

  35. More from Greed City:

    *in furtherance of the plan to use the tranny issue to erode privacy a la 1984, the San Francisco Shopping Center has a horrifying new bathroom setup. They’ve knocked down a wall separating the men’s and women’s rooms and installed a bank of sinks in the center, so the two sides are open to each other and everyone uses the sinks together. Even worse, they’ve knocked down the entrance doors, so that there is now a 10-foot wide doorless entryway leading directly out into the mall. Everyone seems miserable there but too cowed to complain.
    *Soviet-style elections in San Francisco: In November 2015 (?) there were 5 citywide offices on the election ballot. Three had no opponents at all – the DA, the Clerk of Court, and the City Treasurer. All 3 are Hispanic. The mayor, Ed Lee, was reelected with only token support from a ragtag roster of writers and artists and the like – no professional politicians. So 80% of the citywide candidates had no real opposition and 60% had not even token opponents. Yet I saw nothing in the media and met no one who admitted noticing it. I only know it from receiving voter materials and a sample ballot. Now they seem to have stopped sending those.
    * Plans are afoot to create a new type of housing for the homeless, a sort of blend of camp and hostel that will probably be permanent housing for many. Lots of people live like this illegally now due to the housing crisis anyway, but this is a step toward normalizing it.

  36. @Linh Dinh

    Thanks. I think the closest I can get to justify my implied thesis is to note that only only 12.3 per cent of households had a female without husband and that the average household size was 2.56, average family size 3.2…..????

  37. @Linh Dinh

    Hey Linh,

    Thanks for checking on that. I fgured there was probably a re-scheduling being done.

    I look forward to watching it, from, Saturday or Sunday. All their shows are posted there immediately after airing.


  38. anon • Disclaimer says:

    Ann Arbor has a massive medical industry and a lot of tech stuff and the University has lots of jobs doing food or custodial stuff and there are also good jobs.

    But there isn’t much housing and a massive number of people commute in every day. Its perfect for Dexter. And most people live between Detroit and Ann Arbor, which is a haul. Detroit City was never that big, and once you get to solid suburban areas, it looks like most of the rest of America. Sort of shockingly so, given the awful PR from the abandon inner city. People have been bailing out of Detroit City for 50 years, at least.

    Dexter’s future is up to zoning. Around there, it is probably not going to get built up too fast. The area is teaming with Urban Planners and everyone believes in sustainability. So, anti development.

    I’d say Dexter is pretty ok and has a surprisingly good future.

  39. @jacques sheete

    At the time of the first US Census Michigan was not a state. Neither were a few that are now in “the South”. On a bright note Dexter has a statue honoring those (white) guys who freed the slaves. It’s across the street from the DQ. There are plenty of others in little towns across the North. The folks in Ann Arbor moved their’s to a cemetery where it wouldn’t be in the way, or memory, of the living.

  40. @jacques sheete

    In 1790 the Anishinaabe would have dominated a Michigan census I think.

    John Nowland, "first" white child born in Ann Arbor, at the 1898 Log Cabin in the Fairgrounds that became Burns Park.

  41. Bill says:
    @Shouting Thomas

    Indeed. If there are more losers than there used to be, that’s just because it’s their fault. Why couldn’t they be more like Thomas?

  42. @tgordon

    Yes, the best revenge is a life well- lived!

  43. @jacques sheete

    “We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty.
    We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.

    Those rebels sure as hell didn’t shed blood for the Constitution.

    They shed blood to free themselves from a tyrannical central government only to be betrayed by rich Masons who wanted to perpetuate their power.

    I look upon the Constitution as the most fatal plan that could be possibly be conceived to enslave a free people -Patrick Henry.
    No sooner was the Constitution ratified, than the oligarchs began acting tyrannically toward the American people. British agent, President George Washington (who presided over the signing of the Constitution and who was a member of the Ohio Company of Virginia, the Mississippi Company, and the Potomac Company) sent thirteen thousand armed troops to violently stamp out the so called Whiskey Rebellion of 1794. This rebellion was against heavy taxation.

    The victims of government oppression soon discovered that they could not use the
    Constitution to receive justice. It contained little provision for the under- classes. It gave complete suzerainty to the courts and judges, not to the people or the states. To all intents and purposes, it was as if the War of Independence had never been fought.

    Fifty five delegates attended the Philadelphia Convention forty one politicians and thirty four lawyers. Not a single person from the working class was present. Those men who attempted to delay proceedings, by boycotting the Convention, were sought out by troops and forcibly dragged to the Convention hall.

  44. wtf says:

    Your postcards are getting worn out.

  45. miforest says:

    I highly suggest you stop by coldwater Michigan for some time . It is about 60 miles down I-94 then 30 miles south on I-69. It is more interesting than even Dexter. Go shopping at the wal mart on a sunday mourning , or early afternoon. You will not see anything like the mix of folks there anywhere else. I think its the most diverse place in the usa.

  46. JackOH says:

    Thanks, Triumph104, and good going, Linh. Tip of the hat, too, to RT.

    • Agree: Dan Hayes
  47. anonymous • Disclaimer says:

    Oh brother from another mother, not the chemtrails nonsense again!

  48. Mr. Dinh, you are a writer of real talent and compassion.

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