as Jack Cocchiarella calls him, is the kind of mediocrity that corporate publishing loves to promote. He demonstrates that kissing ass is the surefire way to success, as the Tiger Mom and a slew of other notables in corporate publishing all but wrote his reactionary, hate-filled Hillbilly Elegy for him.
As I said before, let’s be kind and call it a pastiche, or let’s be even kinder and call it a joint effort.
“Lots of times in the book when he’s talking about Appalachia, it’s almost like he’s never been to Appalachia,” Silas House. Chair of Appalachian studies at Berea College in Kentucky, pointed out to Politico five years ago.
Vance is completely devoid of morality, conscience or patriotism. It all stems from his lack of core identity, and his decision to discontinue therapy and instead treat his wife as amateur shrink has been disastrous for America.
He seems to want to out-do Trump in the quantity of lies he spews, as he demonstrated anew last week when he disgorged a while new set of lies about Social Security. Once again, he demonstrated his contempt for American workers, undoubtedly inculcated by his sugar daddy Peter Thiel. Remember, Vance is an empty vessel, a chameleon who takes his coloration from which fat cat he’s in thrall to at any particular moment.