One Friday night, sometime soon, you find yourself in Iowa. Don’t ask how or why; you’re just in Iowa. Now, as anyone that’s ever been to Iowa, or read about Iowa, or is even vaguely familiar with Iowa knows, the only thing to do in Iowa is drink. You leave your hotel and cross the street, wandering your way to a local bar. The bouncer checks your ID and lets you in, and you discover all the GOP Presidential Candidates are drinking there. You sidle up to the bar, order a drink from the bartender, and start checking out the crowd. Continue reading