Raising political candidates is like having children. Our state loves and nurtures them.  We see the promise in them.  We grow and support them and happily send them out to the big wide world to represent us. Once launched, we hope to produce someone to which the rest of the country aspires so that we can boast ‘look what noble statesmen we produced, this visionary, one with a keen intellect who sees beyond the gloomy horizon. You’re welcome. 

But we do not live in times of statesmanship and Senator Lummis is not that.

Come to the west.

It is a reflection of who we are becoming, citizens willing to place their lives in the hands of candidates who parrot an agenda rich in threats and slim on facts, a proxy for our worst instincts.

Perhaps the thoughtful are ill suited for politics.  Lester Hunt was an earnest public servant trying to do the right thing by his country, his constituents, and his family. He never wavered in his love and support for Buddy at tremendous political cost. He was not borne for this gritty ring. His refusal to capitulate to the barbarians in his midst cost him his life.

In Wyoming, we are white, we love God and Mr. Trump.  The result is bad church and bad law. The evangelical church has proved to be a supplicating audience for the Christian nationalist roadshow.  Indeed, it is unclear to me many Sunday whether we are hearing a sermon or a stump speech.

There’s a joke that Wyoming is two-party system: red and reddest, no Democrats allowed . . .given that Trump has endorsed Mrs. Cheney’s primary challenger, Harriet Hageman, it is a short leap across a dry bed to assume Ms. Cheney is toast.