Dispelling the Myth of the Two Americas

America is not red and blue, or black and white, but rural and urban, grass and steel.
When you pass homeless people every day on the way home from work, when city ordinances affect your daily life and your taxes are going toward a melange of things you don't support over things you need, the system becomes nefarious force working to keep you down.
But it's hard to believe in the necessity of taxes when everything that you need is already owned under your name. There are no homeless people on the dirt roads here, no college kids, no protesters, no libraries. The newspaper is distraction: local weather and the crossword sandwiched between Things Happening Very Far Away, to Other People.
It's hard, nearly impossible, to bother fighting an all-but-invisible Man when the only evidence of a country nearing self-destruction reveals itself in the dental deterioration of the meth-addicted locals. For some in rural America, the sun rises and sets on vast swaths of property maintained through very convenient loopholes in the same system seemingly hell bent on keeping those fighting to change it down.