Letter to the Editor--After a 4th Cup of Coffee

I wonder, Mister Editor of The New York Times, how you would feel if Pol Pot showed up on your doorstep tomorrow morning, having declared himself a big winner of the Iowa Caucus, a pitifully small sample size but still-in-all, The Winner.

Yes there is such a state, and it’s named Iowa. The people in Iowa drink either mulled wine or willed wine, and like to watch from their windows as yet more money is being spent on almost nothing. Seeing the money rain down from heaven It seems to have given Iowans a thrill, like the circus has come to town and the clowns have lined the main street with $100 bills.

Mister Editor, the quality of this crop of Iowan candidates suggest that politics has a bright future. Sometimes, the candidate’s mouth is even able to catch up with his or her face; then, the lips speaking say everything! The lips burst out in song! The Iowans aren’t dumb, they know they aren’t hearing the truth, that the lie was on the candidate’s lips from the very beginning!

4 new cups hand crafted by Lea Ann Roddan, January, 2024. Photo by author.