Wyoming & The Sign of the Bolo Tie

I love Wyoming.

OK, the politics are suspect, strange—the state is run by a consortium of what used to be called ‘good Republicans’, blue-blood trickle-down Bolo tie wearing buckaroos and their descendants who still consider Ronald Reagan a kind of God, MAGA Trumpers’, and a new breed of plutonium-enriched crazy people who feed at the trough of Fox News and therefore seem to get crazier day-by-day.

The extraction industry is Allah, ranching and agriculture only slightly lesser Gods.

And yet Wyomingites like to think of themselves as taking their independence seriously. The Federal Government is evil, Beelzebub, never mind that Wyoming, a state with about 500,000 residents has two representatives in The Senate, the same number as California with its population of 40 million, and draws a disproportionate amount of federal subsidies…

 …logic? Thinking a situation through clearly? Forming policy based on the principle of ‘what’s best for the majority of the people’? Quaint notions, in the spirit of the l G.W Bush administration and the high-ranking official who called the Geneva Convention, ‘A quaint document.’

Wyoming’s quaint this way.

But look out the window at the landscape of northwest Wyoming and everything’s right where it needs to be, mostly beautiful, breathtaking, with the absolute minimum of people. Not even the Snowman is wearing a Bolo tie.