Texas — rolling green hills awash with poppies and bluebonnets, lowing cows, and thousands of acres of farmland punctuated by four of America’s largest metroplexes — has never been more beautiful. In all my years here, the rain that has come in this spring has made an often drought-plagued place look more pastoral and verdant than ever before. Texas has been described as a distillation of America — her independence, ruggedness, cowboys, resources, and grit set the world’s imagination on fire. She is all those things, and people are right to envy what is here.
As I crested the landscape and passed over the Colorado River, only to see a more glorious vista bursting with trees, I imagined the hard work of the farmers and ranchers who make this place productive and magnificent. I could only think that the people here who have received God’s blessings and made something more do not deserve the leadership they’re receiving. Texas is indeed a microcosm of America.
On this trip, I stopped at Buc-ee’s, the quintessentially American rest stop. If you want sparkling bathrooms, brisket, fudge, deer stands, smokers, branded spatulas, and every kind of snack, you’re in the right place. Gas was $4.29 for regular unleaded. In Texas.
Farmers are already struggling to get enough fertilizer to nourish their crops. Thousands of cars from the past three years are sitting in car lots, unsold. A new law now monitors drivers and will decide if they are worthy of driving. Flock cameras surveil everyone, everywhere, all the time — instances of cops perving on children at a gymnastics center and a playground via cameras have recently come out.
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