Cowboy Hat Politics
Frederica Wilson offends me. She’s the congressperson from Florida’s 24th district (Miami-Dade), a strong supporter of “free speech” (in her case it may be a little too “free”), and a lifelong Never-Trumper, (Uh-uh. No way, Jose. Not-gonna-happen, my brother.)
Her main claim to fame seems to be the ability to open her mouth whenever a camera points her way.
I’m not offended by what she says about Donald Trump.
I’m not offended by what she says about Law Enforcement.
I’m not even offended by her constant mewing about race relations in this country.
Ya’ see, I’m a Montanan.
And I’m deeply offended by “The Hat”……….the “Cowboy Hat.”
I have a Cowboy hat; and it doesn’t look anything like whatever she constantly wears.
My hat has been:
– Rained on.
– Thrown in the dust.
– Fished out of various rivers.
– Waved at recalcitrant cattle, curious bears, even more curious wolves, and the odd politician, both good and bad.
– I’ve drank out of it (after my horse), slept with it over my face, and filled it with Huckleberries when nothing else was handy.
And with all this abuse…it just gets better.
Now, I realize that Miami-Dade County is not a hot-bed of cowboy culture or western-wear (unless you add a feathered boa, a thong, and a pair of roller-skates to the ensemble), but…
Real western hats don’t actually look like you stole them from the Roy Acuff exhibit at the Grand ‘Ol Opry.
We won’t even discuss what she says while she’s under that western chandelier…
Best I can determine, she’s upset about something…
But it never makes much sense, so why waste time.
I don’t know Frederica Wilson personally. She may be a perfectly fine person, but… to put a new spin on an old Texas saying: “She appears to be all hat, and inane prattle.”
…but she’s a politician… Thank God, she’s not “my” politician.