So many things to worry about; getting stuck in the middle of the Shirleys during a blizzard at night, no signal, no help. I worry whether my boys will find work in the state, wonder if they’ll choose to stay…of my many frets, I do not worry about sharing a bathroom or a community with someone who does not look like me, someone who, by the way, is made in the image of God.

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.

If folks moved here because of our Cowboy culture why are they so busy rejecting the very ethos that drew them here? Giving the keys to our kingdom to unskilled, silver-tongued, ham-handed outsiders runs far deeper than shoddy legislation.  We risk losing our soul.”

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.

Is it fair to distill the stew of who we are into one word? A party affiliation, a slogan, a word? I think it’s safe to say we are all a happy mess of contradictions.