I promise I am not suddenly going to turn this into a political blog. Really I'm not. But, um, Wisconsin? You are dead to me. That is tough to say, considering you raised me, fed me, gave me shelter for the first 23 years of my life. But you have let me down, and I am ashamed of you. Bad Wisconsin. Bad, bad, bad.
I suppose "dead to me" is a little strong... and more than a little unrealistic, of course. I actually do have to return to my home state twice in the next eight weeks, as my parents seem to have this wild idea that we should spend the holidays together or something. Madness, I know.
Come to think of it, my parents are actually a pretty good metaphor for how I feel about their state as a whole right now. I may not see the world through the same cloudy window as my George W.-supporting, Limbaugh-loving father does... I may want to tear off my ears or set something on fire when he starts talking about how Bill Clinton was the worst thing ever to happen to this country... But he is my father, and he's the only one I've got. And so it is with Wisconsin. I may disagree violently with the views the state as a whole voiced yesterday, but it will, of course, in some way always be home.
I think I finally know just how my Ohioan friend felt about two years ago at this time.
OK, political blogging off. I promise I will come up with something more positive (or at least more neutral and trivial) to write about later. Deal?