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A friend of mine recently asked me why I like Westerns. My response was this long, meandering, nonsensical struggle to come up with an explanation that seemed even remotely compelling or believable. It involved "spareness" and "archetypes" and "good/evil dichotomies" and "an image of the world that reduces the level of noise to a whisper and allows the actual drama of human existence to be played out more clearly*." It was crap! A much better answer to the question of why one likes Westerns is because in Westerns, if someone asks you why you like something, you shoot them and go back to your whiskey.
