As a five-year resident of Kansas, I have a certain affection for the place. So it is with a heavy heart that I note Rick Santorum’s unambiguous win there today in the Republican caucuses. Great. It’s not like people needed further evidence that the Sunflower State is a bastion of the rabid right.

Who are these people?
But that’s not how it was to live there. During my time in Kansas, I only met one person I’d consider a hard-nosed social conservative. He was a querulous ex-Marine who became annoyed whenever I’d cut or hold one of his letters to the editor. The letters usually had to do with blacks and Asians and homosexuals, or something about the Ten Commandments. Like many letter writers, he was a graduate of the Institute for Phonetic Spelling.
Everyone else, though, was pretty darned cool. Friendly and funny and up for dinner at the drop of a hat. Even the rednecks I ran into at Riverfest seemed OK. But I guess neither of those subsets — my friends or tank-topped good ol’ boys — have much to do with the Republican base as it exists today. The people who picked Taliban Rick over Malleable Mitt … I never met those people. Funny how you can spend five years in a state and be so clueless about zeitgeist. Guess I could have visited one of those mega-churches once in awhile.
Anyway, complain about Kansas all you want. But don’t complain about Kansans. The ones I know are the best people in the world. And I’m pretty sure they steered clear of those GOP caucuses.
Malleable Mitt.
Thank you.
I’m starting to wonder if all this won’t make the GOP convention actually interesting for a change. From what I understand, Sarah Palin stands ready to serve …
The Divine Sarah always stands ready to serve. Mostly she stands ready to serve the Divine Sarah.
Dave, I have to say I WEEP for what Kansas has become. I used to say “It was the center of the seesaw” that was the USA, and always filled with people of common sense, leavening out the extremes of the left and right coasts. Not any more…I say this as a near lifelong resident of a small, once-colonial fort town in the SE corner, to which I seldom return, having seen the rabid right take hold with a vengeance.