No Fair

When Carter was little she used to beg us to go to the state fair. The rides, the food, the animals, the games, mom winning her a stuffed animal at whack-a-mole. I on the other hand was less enamored with the fair. The rides, the drug addicts who put the rides together, the calories, the diseases that spread from the animals, the over-priced games, winning a stuffed animal which could easily have bed bugs. Still we went to the fair.

Today I saw in the news that the Iowa State fair is going on and it has something so much worse than vermin and meth heads running the Ferris wheel. They have people running for President wandering the grounds trying to get noticed, flipping pork chops and talking as if they are the reason people came to the fair.

If Carter were little and we lived in Iowa I would have to go pull the spark plugs out of all our cars so we couldn’t go to the fair. It would be child abuse to subject a child to presidential candidates at the fair. Nothing could be worse than being trapped in a long line to see the butter cow and have a candidate stop to shake hands and talk to people.

We didn’t come to the fair to see them, we just wanted to see the full size cow made out of butter. The cow might get more votes than some of the crazy candidates. Is Marianne Williamson running again? Hasn’t she learned her lesson yet. No matter how much love she preaches she is not feeling the love in return.

Today I am thankful I live in North Carolina. I am also thankful that my child lives in Boston. I never have to go back to the fair or my fair ever again, politicians or not.