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224 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 5, 2024
It was his particular, thwarting use of Doug's father's and grandfather's land that made Zingerman Doug's enemy.
It felt of a piece with the many forms of oppression and discrimination that afflicted him and made him feel small, weak, and childlike, made him think of himself as dumb and ignorant. Somehow, Doug felt, Yuri Zingerman and his New Jersey-based security company and firing range were in cahoots with the bankers who had talked him into borrowing $50,000 at 6 percent interest over thirty years in order to have a home of his own, and the realtors who had urged him and his sisters to sell off their father's land to someone who would turn around and ban him and his sisters' husbands from hunting on the land, and the summer residents who paid him the minimum wage to do their bidding and treated him like their lackey, and the local and state politicians who sided with an out-of-state businessman against an ordinary local citizen, and the state and federal politicians who, except for President Trump, kept trying to take away his right to own firearms, all of whom he believed were secretly conspiring together to impoverish and humiliate him and keep him from being the man he was meant to be.
"Yeah, you're right. I am pissed," he said, as if he were naming his religion or his race. "It's why I like Trump. Which you don't seem to get. Trump, he's pissed, too. All those other guys, Obama and the Clintons and the Bushies, they just want us to get along in order to go along. Trump, though, he's freakin' pissed."
She put his plate in front of him and walked toward the basement door. "It's not about them, Obama and the Clintons and them. And it's not about Trump. He's not pissed, Doug. He's just acting like he's pissed. It's about you."