![]() ![]() Transgender girls are not going to destroy women’s sports. The flat income tax signed into law this year is not a “fairer” tax, as Republicans claim. Have you ever heard that catchy homeland security admonition, “if you see something say something?” Well, I’m seeing things and I’m going to say something, regardless of who wants or doesn’t want to hear it.Īnd if Statehouse Republicans love Iowa so much more than I do, why do they treat us like we’re thoughtless idiots? But suggesting I hate Iowa is one criticism I’m not willing to let go. ![]() Normally, I couldn’t care less what critics think. Very few substantively respond to the arguments I’m making, which I would welcome. They call me a hack, a broken record and much worse. Add your contacts.Ĭonservatives, naturally, don’t like what I write. You will begin to receive our Daily Opinion updates and our topical Pints & Politics newsletter. I enjoy writing, to be sure, but not so much constantly chronicling my home state’s slide into ruby red political extremism. If people think I enjoy railing on all the garbage that passes for legislation under the Golden Dome of Wisdom, they’re flat wrong. And I write about it, more often than I’d like. In reality, I strongly and strenuously disagree with the way my state is being governed. Dipped in it like State Fair corn dog batter. Go ahead, because I know.īut now, apparently, I ‘m full of Iowa hate, slathered in it like sunscreen. I went to American Legion Boys State, for cripes sake.Īsk me what the state rock, flower and bird are. I’m a part-owner of farmland in our family since the 1880s. I’m not a farmer, but I do have a farmer tan. I’ve detasseled corn, ate more tenderloins than I care to mention and my chin is permanently greased with sweet corn butter. I helped increase the state’s population by three with my Illinois-native wife and two kids. ![]() Living my entire life in Iowa, 51 years and counting, is a funny way to show my hatred. I actually long for summer’s swelter, when I can float in a pool of hatred, perhaps. A recent letter-writer, for example, claimed I’m “sweltering in hatred.” In this weather? It’s more like I’m wearing a windbreaker of wickedness, or perhaps some fleece of fury. But my alleged hate is being recognized more and more. ![]()
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