And it's not as if we have any kind of excuse, either... there have been repeated sightings of just about all of the presidential candidates within 3 miles or so of home, and we couldn't be arsed to drag ourselves out to see any of them. And the fabled Caucuses... yeah, right. Like we're really going to drag ourselves out in the freezing cold – no, make that sub-zero cold – to hang out with a bunch of politics junkies and pretend we actually are enthused about any of the candidates – not bloody likely, bucko*. The fact that we're both registered as independents probably doesn't help either. (The more I think about it, the more the attention given to the Iowa caucuses seems absurdly disproportionate; the state is small, the electorate atypical, and the actual caucus-goers a tiny and highly-skewed fraction of this small, unrepresentative state. But I'm sure that's been commented on elsewhere.)
So, just because I don't want this "political" blog to be nothing but a collection of my inane ramblings and Moira's Kennewickiana, here is an actual exclusive Alien Corn Iowa political insight:
While loitering in the local Radio Shack today, I overheard the sales clerks talk about Mitt Romney. Mostly it was along the lines of, "Didn't he do something weird with his dog?", followed by talking about his being Mormon, followed by a comparative theological discussion of who was weirder, Mormons or Seventh-Day Adventists.
Uhh, that's it, that's all I've got. Oh, and a guy two doors down the street has a Romney sign in his front yard. (Not many people in this neighborhood do political signs.) My conscience feels much better. Thank you.