If I ran for president, I wouldn't pander to rural America. I wouldn't pretend that I can identify with country lifestyles, because I can't. I'm not even 100% sure I know what a cow looks like.
My campaign stops in rural areas would be mostly asking "why the hell do you guys live here? There's nothing to do! And this is Nebraska; it's not like the scenery is especially pretty or anything."
I'd ask a bunch of stupid questions too. "Can't we get robots to do farming yet? How far can you throw a cow? Is it true goats will eat tin cans? Well, have you tried? How come there aren't any African American country singers?"
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Ah ha ha ha ha! My paternal grandfather was an Iowa farmer and summer trips to his spread lost their luster when I turned twelve.
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