An icon of the fair is the butter cow, 600 pounds of pure cream Iowa butter sculpted into a cow.
http://www.iowastatefair.org/fair-attractions/butter-cow/
A few days ago a vegan liberation movement vandalized the cow by pouring red paint on it - I don't get how anyone using these tactics, whether they are butter cow liberationists or religious extremists protesting at funerals, or baseball fans protesting the designated hitter rule who burn baseball bats, think they are going to get their point across.
Anyway, it's State Fair time and even before I knew about the vandalism I was thinking about the cow and wondering whether Bonnie and Marsha saw the cow when they went to the fair today (Bonnie is Vickie's step mom and Marsha is her stepsister - but forget the "step" part, they are truly family and we love them).
The butter cow is a big deal to me, I can't imagine going to the fair without a pilgrimage to the cow. Now I realize that cows got a bad name because of the golden calf thing that Aaron made and the Israelites worshiped, but butter ain't gold...well I guess it is to dairy farmers. You gotta admire the way cows run Chick-fil-a, unless you're a chicken. Why didn't chickens attack the cow - now that would have been a way to make a statement.
If the vegans really wanted to liberate the cow they should have brought bagels.
I imagine that archeologists a millennium from now who stumble on photos of the butter cow will think that Iowans slipped into worshiping idols; they'll think that the Iowa State Farm was a religious pilgrimage akin to the Jews going up to Jerusalem and think the beer tents and stock car races and headline entertainers were all a part of butter cow worship. I guess some future genius will think it was all an attempt to butter up a deity.
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