The potential Trump sweep of all 15 “Super Tuesday” contests didn’t quite happen — he lost Vermont — but the results were decisive enough to convince the Uniparty candidate to drop out of the race. She was soundly rejected and roundly thumped across the board, in some states losing by margins exceeding 70%.
In Arkansas, with about 85% of the votes tallied, Trump whupped The Establishment Choice by a score of 76.8% to 18.5%. And here in Marion County, the win was even more dominating — 82% to 13.6%. A few surrounding counties show even wider gaps.
The Arkansas Democrat primary was held yesterday, too, and I want to look at how the current occupant of the Oval Office fared in our small, rural county. It’s no surprise that he won — ol’ Daffy McHairsniffer garnered 89.4% of the votes cast.
On its face, that’s seven points stronger than Trump’s showing. There’s just one small problem.
In the whole county, a sitting “president” got only 160 votes from his own party. Trump beat that by 14-to-1.
No, that’s not shocking. It’s typical of this traditional, conservative place. And it reinforces, once again, that we’ve definitely found a Home.
At the laundromat this morning, Deb and I chose to wait in the comfort of the truck rather than subject ourselves to the hard, utility-grade seats inside. A guy in an SUV next to us was doing the same, and I heard a music video he was listening to. I recognized it instantly.
It was “Northern Redneck” by Aaron Lewis. More specifically, it was a sparse acoustic performance, just Lewis with Ben Kitterman on dobro, recorded several years ago at our favorite concert venue, The Bluestone in Columbus, Ohio.
It was captured in The Bluestone’s upstairs “great room.” I’ve sipped many a bourbon at that bar.
I leaned out the window and complimented the young man on his taste in music. We had a pleasant conversation. When he reached to shake my hand, he conveyed to me a gift — a simple ring featuring an eagle and, of all things, a blue stone.
“Let the eagle fly,” he said with a smile.
I truly don’t know what else to say about this. I won’t try to interpret the encounter or hang some particular meaning on it.
It’s simply what happened. No more need be said.
When I mentioned redbud in a post a couple of days ago, a friend (who’s also an accomplished woodsman) asked on social media if I’d ever eaten the blooms. I hadn’t. I didn’t even know that Eastern Redbud was on the list of wild edibles.
I sampled some of the young flower buds this afternoon. Crunchy. Tasty, too, matching my friend’s description — “like a sweet leaf lettuce.”
Nobody’s gonna make a meal of redbud blooms, of course. But as a garnish on a salad or a sandwich, maybe in stir-fry, I can imagine them being a nice flavor and texture accent. And they’re loaded with Vitamin C.
I’m glad I gave ’em a try. Great tip. Now you know, too.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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