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caucus and muscles

1/19/04

My advice to you is to go over to my brother Kent's site where, as a resident Iowan, he can tell you all about voting in those circus caucuses they had there yesterday. Iowa is famous for three things: it makes Quaker Oats, it birthed Grant Wood, and it gets to tell the country its presidential temperature. Just stick a thermometer in its ass, and it will give you a few surprises.

First of which is how poorly Dean fared, although his camp doesn't seem too worried about it. Secondly, our North Carolinian boy John Edwards, roundly counted out by pundits weeks ago, has been given some serious blood doping. Who would have thought the Des Moines Register had that much power? For those of you playing at home, I used to deliver the Des Moines Register through 6-foot snow drifts throughout my neighborhood in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. If memory serves, it used to be pink, which is probably what Republicans still think of it.

The day has raised again the ugly spectre of "electability," something that may not faze Edwards – he's a Southern guy, by all accounts a great speaker... I don't know. Like we say, it's all re-arranging deck chairs on the Titanic, but is anyone else a little titillated by the prospect of a real Democratic race with actual testicles, willing to do anything to unseat Bush? That's what Iowans voted for, and they're usually a realistic bunch.

the 1972 Williams Family Iowa Croquet All-Stars: me, Steve (with baby Michelle), Kent, Sean

P.S. Check out my nephew Sean Patrick and how he single-handedly helped swing Iowa towards Edwards. Really! No, but sorta. Just read it.