I have spent the past weeks trying to find Joe Six-Pack, AKA Joe Average, AKA the real American, a political heavyweight with more aliases than the average Wu Tang Clan member.
I’m in a pretty liberal mountain town but there are still some W stickers on cars from 4 years ago, and some war vets, cowboys, and bikers who live here and frequent local establishments and wouldn’t take kindly to a fellow diner/drinker in a “Bush lied, they died” shirt (which are also produced here).
I’ve been led to believe that Joe, if he was to be found, would be found amongst such folk.
So I started my search for Joe, with the intention of getting his views on the election and possibly buying him a six-pack.
I live in a sort of economic limbo between Flagstaff’s main drag and the ghetto. If I had to guess I’d break my smallish neighborhood down roughly into equal thirds White, Latino, and Native, my wife representing the only Asian presence I’m aware of and two nearby neighbors representing the only obviously Black faces.
You don’t see a lot of Tibetan prayer flags like you might have a mile east, but you also don’t see a lot of Confederate flags on trucks. We do have a gang in the neighborhood, but they generally won’t bother you if you don’t bother them. This is where I started.
I began with people I knew, mainly Native (I at first assumed Joe would be White, but this was a baseless supposition), using a two-pronged approach of asking questions about lifestyle and politics.
Joe certainly would not have to be a political conservative but he would, according to his advocates, tend to avoid intellectualism and go for similar, Six-Pack Americans like Sarah Palin and John McCain, who very likely got a cut of the last six-pack Joe bought. Read More
