When I say I love Wisconsin, I mean I love big blue skies, and watching the sun set over the bay, and silos in the distance and cows in the field, and rows of corn that go on and on and on.
I don’t mean the state Capitol or the artificial barriers its minions erect between good people.
The government of a place is not the place. When I say God bless America, I’m not talking about the U.S. government. I’m asking God to bless the land and sky and seas and the people who are trying to live an honest life across the fruited plains.
To govern is to limit. Here’s to a free and limitless life in peace.
