Real people suffer in the hinterland.
I worked for this company for a year when I was 20. It was in Terrace Bay, on the Trans-Canada Highway 140 miles northeast of Thunder Bay. Terrace Bay was a company town, planned and built after World War II to take advantage of a large nearby hydro plant, a good timber source, and decent transportation. Back then, it was part of Kimberly-Clark's network of mills headquartered in Wisconsin. There was a deal between the people and the company. You would work for the mill and live in a fairly isolated community, away from things like universities, arts centres, opera houses, domed stadiums, and all the rest of the things your tax dollar was paying for. In return, you got as much of a middle-class lifestyle as was possible in a small town, one that was very pleasant if you were an outdoorsy type. It wasn't a deal I took, but many decent people did.
Now the deal's off. These people are on their own. Their home equity is gone, they have no transferable skills, and, because the place hasn't hired in years, they're on the wrong side of 40.
Quite simply, they're fucked.
And who cares about them?