Our State Fair Is A Great State Fair

This week marks the start of one of the best attractions I have ever attended, right up there with München's Oktoberfest and Aquaburg's Annual Plywood, Poetry and Pornography Festival. (She doth been bored by a board.) This is, of course, the Iowa State Fair, immmortalized in the 1930's film, State Fair, and home to such wonders as the Butter Cow, corn dogs, the halter top, the biggest boar, the biggest bore, sweaty, hairy underarms, expensive beers and the ghost of Bill Reilly. My internet friend and professional reporter, Jay Wagner, has put out a call for iPhone reporters for some project he is working on, and I only wish I could show up to take part in the journalistic experience. Note to Metroplexers: If you are able to do a bit of iReporting, please contact Jay. He says free tickets to the festivities are in it for you.

Ah, I wax nostalgic. And my advice to you, gentle reader: if you are going to spend a day in that sweltering Metroplex sweatbox, what better way to attend this folkish festival than high as a kite on quality, Iowa reefer, especially if you are doing a bit of investigative reporting. Here's a little ditty by Napoleon XIV on that very subject, entitled "I Owe A Lot To Iowa Pot".