I have a fun column to share with you. A conservative writer describes a San Fran liberal’s visit to a Midwest county fair.
The liberal, a person of indeterminant sexuality, was visiting relatives who choose to live in a (her view) conservative dystopia. Everywhere she looked she saw Trump t-shirts, caps, signs, etc. and happy people.
The culture shock Ms. San Fran experienced could safely be described as “monumental.” I’d guess she felt as out of place as I did strolling in Tiananmen Square in 1980s Beijing or a jungle clearing along the upper Amazon.
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I choose to live in places Ms. San Fran would find abhorrent. Our county fair is much like the one she visited, albeit smaller.
A friend’s young son showing his pig won at our local fair, went to the state fair held in Douglas WY, and won his class there too. As you can see, the trophy belt is huge.
The young man holding that belt is also qualified in artificial insemination. He spends some time with his arm up a cow’s backside, depositing bull semen. Rural America is a different world.
Atypically, he’s barely in his teens and already has a craft at which he could earn a living. His sister wants to be a veterinarian, a very tough job.
Factoid: veterinarians experience increased risk of suicide. It is thought to be the result of euthanizing beloved pets and sharing their owners' grief.
