Republican, Democrat, it really doesn't matter what political party you support. If you support intelligent, rational leadership you've got to be shocked by the statements made by Missouri Congressman Todd Akin on Sunday.
The Republican Senate nominee is locked in a tough race against Democratic Senator Claire McCaskill. When asked about his views on abortion in cases of rape, Akin opened his mouth and stupid came out.
Akin said instances of pregnancy as a result of rape were rare because, and here's where it really gets crazy, "If it's a legitimate rape, the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down."
Short of a 12 gauge, I'm not quite sure how exactly the esteemed Mr. Akin thinks THAT'S gonna happen.
When the media fireball came rushing down quickly on Mr. Akin, he claimed to have "misspoke." A convenient, but not believable excuse. The speed at which the Republican candidate for president distanced himself from the Akin statement made me dizzy.
I'm not going to make a partisan comment, outlining the Republican and Democratic positions on the very personal and very divided issue of abortion.
I am however going to say that we shouldn't elect evil, thoughtless and well, not smart people to lead us.
Iowa is a land of many seasons. In addition to spring, summer, fall and winter, we've got allergy, mud, wind chill and now "tomato."
We've trimmed down our garden over the years to a more manageable size. Time to freeze produce or, heaven forbid, can produce, has been in limited supply over the years. The days of homemade spaghetti sauce or pickles are but a distant memory of my early married years.
Enough produce for delicious fresh marinara over mounds of fettucine noodles, some peas for son Drew to eat while standing in the garden, potatoes and onions form the essentials. A pepper plant or two and a few tomato plants, with fresh basil, an onion, a bit of fresh garlic, well, that creates my family's favorite taste of summer on a plate.
Tomatoes are a bit like zucchini, I've found. Invite a few to your party and a whole crowd shows up.
So, I find myself writing down addresses of friends' homes, where I can stealthily drop off a bag of Romas, ring the doorbell, and run like heck.