I began this by looking up George Santayana's quote about history, but it didn't fit the post as I'd planned it, so I'm going to just paraphrase it later on. This post is supposed to offer you relief from my unremitting negativity about Trump and politics, but George Santayana did say this, which seems to sum up the pathology at the root of the Trump regime, "The highest form of vanity is love of fame." Anyway, that's enough about our narcissist-in-chief, now let's make this great post of mine go viral, ok? They say that if you fail to learn the lessons of history, you'll just repeat them, which is so different from grammar, ain't it? So, my father was a charter member of the Greatest Generation. Well, he was drafted into World War II, he didn't enlist, so maybe he's not a Platinum member, but certainly at least Bronze, but, just to finally end this sentence, I'm going to say Silver. My dad was a Silver member of the Greatest Generation. And as such, he went up the beach into France although not on D-Day and he had a typewriter strapped to his leg. Still, he fought his way across Europe and had many adventures in a summer that was below average in temperature. But he had TRAINED in the searing deserts of California to fight his way across the broiling deserts of North Africa. So, the point of all this is that just like the heroes that liberated Europe, we've been training in the exact opposite weather that we will encounter in Iowa when we ride across IT. True, Iowa is not a desert (because deserts are a dry heat), nor a foreign country exactly. Still, we don't fit in very well and our cell phones don't work there. But, heroes overcome, and while they're doing that, I'm going to be looking for deep fried cheese curds.