My head hurts. Get a clue shit stain.
The skidmarked underwear primitive is a symptom of what's the matter with Iowa, once one of the most-reliably red states in the country, but since circa 1972 undependable, when all those things that made Iowa a great state began to erode.
And it's not getting any better in Iowa, the bluer they get.
I dunno exactly what happened, but it seemed to start with the surprise defeat of the then-incumbent U.S. Senator Jack Miller (R) that year, one of the three biggest upsets of 1972 (the others being the surprise defeats of Margaret Chase Smith (R) in Maine and Gordon Allott (R) in Colorado), three giants brought down by petty little men.
The skidmarked underwear primitive, in her early 60s, is a disconsolate farmwife in the eastern part of the state, chronically unhappy that life has been (for her) what life has been, rather than what the skidmarked underwear primitive thought it should be.
Iowa when red used to be crammed full of happy, fulfilled, friendly, tolerant, open-minded, cherubic people; now it's full of bitchy old grouches.