So this is a really juicy tale per se and it involves my cousin who is the same age as me and has been my best friend since a youngin and his 52 year old twice divorced with 4 kids girlfriend. I will refer to my cousin as Jordan and his woman as Sara. I'm from Tucson & Jordan lives in Palm Springs, California and we talk about once a week. About 6 months ago he told me had met a girl but didn't really call her his girlfriend and therefore I didn't really probe because it's common for him to meet girls off of tinder and then discard of them shortly thereafter. He told me she was older and that really didn't surprise me either because when he was living in Iowa with his father prior to moving back to PS he had dated a woman in her 30's . On top of that, when he was 16 him and his friends went to Huntington beach and at the hotel they were staying at he lost his virginity to a 30 year old woman. Ever, since then it's been "I like my older women cousin" to which I would reply yeah you like that roast beef (IK I'm gross) so its always been a running joke between him and I. Anyways, he never really mentioned this girl anymore after the first mention and so I didn't think anything of it figuring he just moved on like the rest of em. Fast forward a few months, his dad who lives in Tucson came over to my families house for a steak dinner and he said he'd been having terrible headaches but we really didn't think anything of it because he's a former collegiate wrestler who'd go for walks everyday and was in pretty good shape for a guy in his mid 60's. Not even 2 days later Jordan's father calls him and says the headaches are persisting, he can't keep food down, and the pain is so bad that he can't even sleep. Jordan like the good son he is drives straight down to Tucson to take his dad to the hospital (he knew his father was stubborn and wouldn't call us or even EMS to take him). While Jordan was down here he gave me a call to update me on the condition of his father (diagnosed a brain bleed) and mentioned he had came to town with his girlfriend and wanted me to meet her but they had already turned back around and left town because he had to get back to work. So I told him next time. My dad and I picked up his father from the hospital the next day and he was a bit weak and had lost ten pounds but it sounded like he was recovering. In the mean time, Jordan had called me and we were discussing the wellbeing of his father and it was on that phone call that he revealed to me his girlfriend was quote "50". I told him I didn't care as long as he was happy and told him I was happy for him but also reminded him that his twenties are precious and girls who are 50 can't have children lol. He knew I had his best interest at heart and everything was going to be fine as I really didn't care that much. Next couple of days go by and Jordan calls me scared because his dad won't pick up his phone and when I tried his number I got an answer but no one speaking on the other end, being a former EMT that scared the shit out of me and so I rushed over there. When I got to my Uncles house I banged on the window and door and got no reply and so I called the FD and they got in through the window and sure enough he was in the state he was before he went to the hospital but worse (could only speak in single words and couldn't get out of bed). The FD suspected a stroke and took him back to the hospital. So after getting him transported, I gave Jordan a call and he shot right back down to Tucson with his girlfriend Sara and had re insisted that I meet her so I just said sure give me a call after you see your dad and I'll come meet her. A whole day or two goes by and I hear nothing and figure out he had gone back to PS. So I'm thinking he was apprehensive about me meeting her which I thought was odd bc I pretty much said I didn't care. Fast Forward a couple weeks and his dad is out of the hospital and recovering at our house in our guest bedroom. He's getting physical and speech therapy in our home for a perceived stroke resulting in a brain hemorrhage (I think). 2-3 weeks go by and the vomiting, headaches and weakness return so we are advised by the home care nurse to take him to the hospital again so we take him to a different hospital nearest our house. Not even 2 days go by and it was determined through a CAT scan that he had lung cancer that had already metastasized to his brain. Of course we're all devastated and Jordan comes back into town again with Sara to see his dad. My cousin never brought her to the hospital (although Im wondering if he would've if covid didn't limit visitors) but my dad who was spending every day all day with my Uncle said Jordan would show up late to their agreed upon time to visit his dad (who is essentially non verbal at his point) and meet with DR.'s to discuss his condition and treatment and then leave after a few hours to return to the hotel with his woman. (sometimes saying he was going to return but never doing so) Pretty much it was determined based on his dads condition that radiation and chemo weren't an option and that it'd be best to put him in hospice. After all this was determined he was put into hospice care at our house and Jordan had to return to PS to get back to work planning to come visit every weekend. A few days go by and we could tell his condition was worsening quickly so he came down Saturday morning and arrived at our house Saturday evening and not even 2 hours after Jordan arrived his dad passed away in his arms. Even though he was non verbal and couldn't even open his eyes I truly believe his dad waited for him. So we arranged the funeral services and Jordan made it known that he'd be accompanied by Sara and we'd all be meeting her for the first time. Of course with us being so close he wanted me to meet her first. The day before the funeral I go over to their hotel to meet her and so i get there at first and it's a bit awkward as expected but we have a couple beers and get to talking and that's when I find out that she's actually 52, has 4 kids and is twice divorced mentioning that her first husband "picked up the bottle" after she left him and ended up dying from something liver related. I then proceed to ask how they met and they look at each other and go "you want to tell him? No you tell him" she says so my cousin goes on to tell me they met at a Casino and in my head i'm like hmmm I've only been to a casino once but I gathered that if you're looking for wifey material you best look elsewhere. So im a little skeptical but I brush it off because I'm there to support my cousin who just lost his father. We have, a couple more beers and hit the hot tub at their hotel and continue to reminisce mostly telling stories about his father and then we go back inside to watch Jordan's raiders play. This is where the tides shift, we're watching the game and one of the players has a fairly large diamond chain dangling from his neck and Sara goes "Put that N***er chain away" and I look to the left bug eyed and say "Woah, that's not cool. I don't play that shit" she's dead silent and so is my cousin and it's awkward between her and I the rest of the time but the part that irked me the most was my cousin was sort of rude and condescending towards ME for the rest of the night. So at that point im thinking to myself ok I definitely do not like this woman at all...whatsoever. But his dads funeral is tomorrow and it's not about me so we just gotta trudge along. To make matters even worse, I give Jordan a copy of the eulogy my brother wrote. My brother is his dad's Godson and Jordan didn't want to do the eulogy because he was still so hurt and shocked and public speaking isn't his strong suit. My brother asks if there was anything he'd like to add, perhaps a story or something he wanted to mention about his father. He takes a pen and writes "I'd like to thank my Uncle ***** (my dad) for taking all the appropriate measures to get my dad the care he needed while he was sick and especially Sara for her endless love and support during these hard times" or something along those lines. Keep in mind his father never met this girl and neither had anyone in our family except for the shit impression she left on me. Now before I even expressed my opinion of her to my parents they said yeah we're not putting that shit in there and so that comment was left out completely. Are my family and I blowing things out of proportion or is this completely un fucking acceptable? You have to understand, from the time Jordan's father got sick until he passed it was literally 5 weeks. We have never experienced sudden death in our family like this and we spent 90% of those 5 weeks at his side and when he died so suddenly it literally crushed us. It was just a huge slap in the face to us and most importantly his father that all he had to say was that he was thankful for this woman with shit character who came into his life 7 months ago. So my question to you guys and please please please I need some insight is with Christmas around the corner and him most likely wanting to bring this woman into our household for xmas festivities what should we do? Am I overreacting? I just feel bad because my cousin is living with this piece of work in Palm Springs and she's literally all he has there and if I were to tell him don't bring her for xmas dude I just feel like that would be another blow on top of just recently losing his father. At the same time, my family and I know she's not good for him therefore don't want her around, my cousin is not mature for his age and I just don't see anything remotely positive amounting from this girl. Please help, I'm so lost as to what to do in this situation. submitted by
PS his mom and my mom have already expressed their disdain towards her to Jordan and while I haven't directly but I'm sure he knows what I'm thinking. He doesn't seem to care and has a skewed perception of her.
Hi guys, I don't really know where else to post this but I'm really lost. I've been reading this subreddit for some time but have never really made a post, but I feel I need to get this off my chest. It's going to be a really long post, so bear with me, but I'll put cliffs at the bottom for anyone who doesn't want to read.
Ever since I was a small child my Mother has both neglected me and abused my emotions. Though when I was little I can't remember any specific cases, but the abuse began regularly after she deemed me, "Not cute."
When I was 8 one of her boyfriends she met online was rich, claiming to make $5,000 a day, he lived all the way in Colorado while we lived in Iowa. He came to visit us one week, and nobody liked him, not even my Mother, my two half Sisters (only siblings) thought he was rude and abrasive, and this was just when we were in the stranger phase.
My Mother decided to drop everything, the life we'd been building in that town for 7 years and move to small town Colorado, all because he had money in his bank account.
When we arrived he kept up this facade that he was a very, very, rich man, though his small house said otherwise. His business was quickly going in the red and went bankrupt only half a year after we came.
He was angry, and began to take out his anger on me. I was a very small boy at the time, almost malnourished looking (mother rarely cooked dinner), and couldn't handle eating very much. Step-Dad disagreed with this. He'd put heaping piles of food on my plate and tell me to finish it, and when I could not, he'd force me to sit there all night until I had.
He would scream at me to finish it, telling me I've wasted all his hard earned money, and my Mother would just sit there, watching, doing absolutely nothing. The worst part about it, is that even though I know he enjoyed doing it, I think my mother enjoyed it too. Even to this day I still torture myself with things like this, trying to rationalize his point of view, reasoning that I was just a stuck up kid who had a penchant for disobeying my guardians.
He gave me the task of feeding his angry Rottweiler, which he caged up in the backyard day and night, never giving it exercise or caring for it at all. The Rottweiler was angry, and would attempt to maul me every time I went out to feed it. Even going so far as to break the wooden fence it was caged in.
One day it escaped and caught me before I got up the steps to the house, it pinned me on the ground in the dirt, right next to the garage, which Step-Dad was in, admiring his car.
I was screaming, yelling for someone to help me, nobody did. Even the window to the backyard through the garage did nothing. I fought to escape but couldn't, it was lunching directly at my throat, and only through the grace of God did I somehow manage to hold it off and escape. My clothes were torn, I was bruised and bleeding, and I was crying.
I walked into the garage, and Step-Dad could only tell me this, "Stop fucking crying."
There is a multitude of other stories I could tell from then, but to cut it short I'll skip them.
About a year later, after that incident I was severely depressed, and rapidly gaining weight. Nearly every night I would call my Sister on the phone and cry. She told me that I needed to get out of there, to go to my Dad's. I believed her, my Dad had always seemed overwhelmingly loving when I visited as a boy. So my Sister called me Dad and my parents went to court over custody. He got full rights.
When I got there it started off good, still being in the nicety stage, but quickly I learned that he is no better than my Mother, he simply only puts on a facade of caring.
He is a drunk. Every weekend he would be shitfaced, coming home drunk, bumbling around, and yet this entire time, he didn't think it was bad, he didn't think it was wrong, he thought it was just a normal thing.
He was not poor like my Mother, but he acted like it. He was never available to do anything, he was always busy. Why should he go fishing with me? Teach me any life lessons? Watching TV was far more important.
So he bought me a computer, told me to go and play that. That was about the extent of interaction I had with him. He thought showing his love meant buying me something, that a material item held more value than genuine love, which neither he nor my Mother ever showed.
Fast forward a couple years later after a few events I won't mention because TLDR;
Step-Dad gets really sick, loses his insurance, gets a back infection that only he only has a 5% chance of surviving with the best surgeons in Denver. He manages to survive, we are now hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt, goes bankrupt, gets a job and rents a house out in the mountains for $1,400 a month.
My Mother gives me sob stories on the phone, telling me Step-Dad's changed, I buy her BS because I didn't want to believe otherwise. My Dad and I got into a fight over school went my grades started to drop from depression. He told me to go move back out with my Mom, (so he could drink more often and party). So I did.
This was the worst part of my life, because before then I've always been able to make friends and act normal socially, even though I'd never had a birthday party or knew what happiness felt like.
I was absolutely isolated on that secluded mountain, the only neighbor we had was the landlord, a Wiccan. There was no internet, no forms of entertainment aside from a TV, and nothing to do but do chores Step-Dad demanded constantly, making me feel like a spoiled piece of trash if I refused them. Common chores included feeding the chickens, giving them water, feeding the hogs, giving them water, wiping off his pickup truck, etc. I had no problem with chores, chores were a part of daily life, but the way he would demand them, as if he were entitled to them because apparently he had something to do with any aspect of my upbringing.
My Mother began to reveal her true nature, and became just as bad as him, manipulative and cruel. I had three piggy banks, three 5 gallon glass containers that held pennies and dimes that I got from various things. She came up to me one day and said she was going to leave him, but she needed extra money to. I didn't trust her but she left me no choice, one day when I was out doing chores, I came back inside and all of the containers were gone.
Within a month my Mother sponsored a visit to Grandma and Grandpa in North Dakota, but stopped in Nebraska as we were heading there, she spent every last one of my savings on a casino.
It got cold, being isolated thousands of feet above sea level on a mountain. And most of all it was lonely. I had no friends, no way of making friends, no way of even communicating with the outside world besides the landline.
I became incredibly depressed, and have still been in some form of depression to this day. When you are surrounded by two toxic individuals, with no means of escape besides a foster home (my Sisters wouldn't take me in), you begin to think that you are the problem, and being called a waste of space by my Step-Dad on a daily basis didn't help, because when thats the only thing you hear, with no outside perspective, you begin to truly believe it.
School rolled around and I was still there, my Dad had custody, legally, but didn't care enough to enforce it, he didn't even care enough to get me out of there. He told me to wait the rest of the school year first. And where I was, a drive to school was 3 hours there and three hours back, making it so I'd be waking up at 3:30 AM.
My clothes were utterly neglected, being two years two old, none of them fit, the pants were either falling down or too tight, holes in them, primarily at the crotch area. My shirts were more of the same, too baggy or too tight, holes every which place. My Mother was "too poor" to afford clothing, yet she could afford to stuff her face and spend thousands at Casinos.
I was quickly turned into a social outcast. I was that weird kid. Other children would be interested in sports and activities outside school (something Mom and Step-Dad wouldn't allow, since the bus was only before and after school), while I couldn't relate to a single one of them. I was living in Hell.
I started causing trouble in school, not intentionally, but I was completely apathetic about my grades, my looks, everything. I didn't feel there was a point in trying. Some of my teachers got pissed while others felt bad for me. My math teacher was regularly irate about my complete lack of caring about his class, he'd yell at me, tell me I'd be working at McDonalds, and made jokes about wishing he could paddle students again.
And I didn't care. His yelling didn't phase me because I'd already lived through that with my Step-Dad. A man who would literally throw trash and dog shit in my room just to signify was I "am".
Now I was getting in trouble with the school system. I didn't reveal any of my familial life because of threats made by both my Mother, my Step-Dad, and my Dad, telling me the horrors of foster homes. They didn't know what to do with me, but soon enough I was in the juvenile system.
Fast forward a few years, living with my Dad again, never truly having a home.
At this time I'd began to focus on fitness and my hobbies, neglecting both school and my social life, which I no longer had, and had learned to live without.
I wrote a book when I was 13 (which I won't name here), it was self-published, simply because I did not have the confidence to find a literary agent and get a publisher. Sales were poor, since there was no marketing whatsoever, nor could there have been.
My Dad didn't give a shit about it, only used it to brag to his friends about how smart I was, then would tell me I'm a failure whenever we got into a fight, telling me how bad it was (he never read it).
I decided to drop out of High School at 16, to focus on my interests. My Dad tried to stop me, telling me it was wrong, but ultimately stopped giving a fuck after I refused. The only thing he cared about was maintaining his social status. He didn't give a single shit about my future, he only wanted to not look bad in front of his friends.
I began to discover just how truly terrible my Mother and Father were. A very personal story my Mother had told me once, how my Half-Sisters were both raped by their father, and continued to repeat for sympathy. I found out to be an utter lie. She told me that story to cover up her behavior, even though my Sisters both said such a thing didn't happen.
I found out that my Mothers reasoning for leaving my Dad, claiming he cheated on her, was not true, apparently the reason was his alcohol use, which I can understand, but I still feel there is more to it than that.
And the worst thing of all, that I've learned, is that we had a total of 10 pets since I was 8. Each and every one of them died mysteriously, a year or two, or three, if they are lucky, after we had them. I tried to chalk this up to neglect and apathy, but quickly learned that there was something deeper behind this. I'm going to list the pets we've had, I will not say their names, but I will say what happened to them.
Cat, dissapeared. Dog, to pound. Rottweiler, (one that nearly killed me) dissapeared. Dog, disappeared. Dog, killed by coyotes. Dog, given away. Dog, given away. Dog, disappeared. Dog, died from obesity, frozen in freezer by Step-Dad. Cat, dead on road after escaping during heat.
I couldn't help but get suspicious. I thought myself crazy for thinking what I believe now, but now I fully realize the madness. I called up the pound that my 2nd dog was placed in. There are no records of him, not anywhere. I tracked down the people my Mother allegedly gave our 6th dog to, they don't recall ever owning a dog with that name. Neither the people with the one after that.
I began to research sociopaths and animal abuse, and have learned that certain individuals could perhaps hurt these animals for pleasure, although most likely neglect them.
My Mother has lied to me about everything, and now I have to face the fact that she could be secretly torturing these animals, just as she tortured me in my childhood.
I don't know what to do. I don't know what to feel, and now I don't know where to go in life. Depression has rendered me incapable of making any decisions, and it is a struggle to even get out of bed in the morning. I can hardly function as an adult. Getting along with others is challenging, and appearing normal even moreso. I feel utter contempt for everything, and Nihilism has become my mainstay philosophy, rendering me unmotivated to do anything.
I can hardly feel anything anymore, I don't want to be a sociopath like my mother, but I cannot help it. I can't feel anything, I feel completely and utterly dead inside, I even view the writing of this like a log of events instead of a story, the only emotions I have felt for years is emptiness and anger.
And now I need to get a job, but can't be hired, being a High School dropout. I am completely and utterly lost, I don't even know what I want by writing this.
- Mother finds rich guy to marry.
- Turns out he's a sociopath.
- Forces me to finish meals to his portioning because he enjoys it.
- His dog nearly kills me, he doesn't give a shit.
- Abuses me purely for enjoyment.
- Go to live with Dad.
- He is a drunk sociopath who tries to buy love with items, ignores me otherwise.
- Mother tells me Step-Dad has changed, move back in with them.
- He hasn't. They are now bankrupt and live in the middle of an isolated mountain.
- Get severe social anxiety, become an outcast, can no longer function with other humans as a result of seclusion.
- Mother steals my savings and spends it on a Casino.
- Write a novel and drop out of High School.
- Depression ensues, unable to motivate myself to do anything.
- Find out my mother, along with being a sociopath, lied about my Half-Sisters being raped by their Dad as children, and possibly killed off my pets for her own amusement.
- Depression is now at it's worst, can hardly get out of bed in the morning, want to cry, but can't, I've learned to block my emotions for years now.
- Need to get a job, but with no diploma nobody will hire me.
The Governor of Trump’s America
by Tim Alberta via POLITICO - TOP Stories
She tries to suppress the tears but finally they escape, first to the outer corners of her almond-shaped eyes and then, ever so slowly, filling the 58-year-old creases cradling them. “I had three young girls at home. They were either going to see their mom give up on life and crawl into a hole and just say it’s over, or—I’m sorry.” Kim Reynolds is a fast, energetic talker who doesn’t often come up for air. But now she is searching for the right words. “Or they were going to see their mom fight back, and be healthy, and be a good mom and a good wife again.”
Iowa’s new governor is talking about the day she bottomed out—August 23, 2000, when, according to court records, she was driving south of Des Moines with an open container of alcohol (Black Velvet whiskey, per one local report) and pulled over for operating while under the influence. It was her second drunk-driving arrest in 18 months, and Reynolds, the treasurer of Clarke County (population at the time: 9,133), felt her life spiraling out of control. Sitting in a jail cell that night, “scared to death” because of alcoholism’s grip on her psyche, Reynolds says she prayed: “I can’t do this on my own anymore. I need help.” She got it—from her faith, her family, her protective community and ultimately from a 30-day inpatient program where a bed opened up just in time. When she got out, Reynolds bought a calendar and began crossing off each day with an ‘X’ before falling asleep to record another day on the wagon. She will celebrate 17 years of sobriety this summer—most likely with a bottle of water, her beverage of choice these days.
Reynolds, a peppy grandmother of eight who wears a mean cardigan and a permanent smile, sports a parted wave of short brown hair and sounds a little bit like a character from Fargo. She doesn’t easily conjure images of handcuffs. And given her background, Reynolds is equally unconvincing when cast as the governor of America’s most politically obsessive state. Hailing from sparsely populated southern Iowa, the daughter of a John Deere factory worker, she was a college dropout who eventually found work as a motor-vehicles clerk in the treasurer’s office of Clarke County. Only when the boss unexpectedly retired a few years later did Reynolds think to run for office herself—at the request of her husband, who was tired of her complaints about workplace inefficiencies. She served as treasurer for 14 years, leaving in 2008 after winning a state Senate race that turned ugly with late whispers about the drunk-driving arrests. Her political climb to that point was remarkable, but not compared to what came next: Terry Branstad, the iconic former Iowa governor who was attempting a comeback in 2010, shocked the state’s political elite by plucking the first-term senator from obscurity and putting her on the gubernatorial ticket. They were an odd couple—a gruff, curmudgeonly campaign veteran and a cheerful, cookie-baking newcomer to the state capital—but they won handily, and Reynolds, two years removed from the county treasurer’s office, was suddenly heir apparent to the man who would become the longest-serving governor in American history.
The apprenticeship ended when President Donald Trump chose Branstad, who emerged as a key ally during the 2016 campaign, as his ambassador to China. Reynolds was sworn in as governor May 24, and might quickly become one of the nation’s higher-profile chief executives. She came to the White House on Wednesday for an energy roundtable and found that her seat had been reserved next to the president’s inside the Roosevelt Room. Trump has frequently touted his kinship with the working-class people of Iowa, a theme he emphasized again last week during a visit to Cedar Rapids, and is pushing environmental and deregulatory policies in partnership with the state’s GOP officials. Policy matters aside, Reynolds takes over as the top Republican in a battleground state that Trump won by 9.4 points—a bigger margin than his victory in Texas—and in the first-in-the-nation caucus state where, in the event of a primary challenge, the president’s road to reelection will formally begin in early 2020.
If Reynolds’ selection in 2010 was a surprise, her ascent to the governorship in 2017 was not. Branstad, seeing in her a combination of small-town authenticity and big-city ambition, became enamored with the idea of grooming Reynolds as his successor and helping her shatter the glass ceiling as Iowa’s first female governor. When he won a sixth term in 2014, Branstad hinted to friends that he would step aside early and give Reynolds a head start on her 2018 campaign for governor. Her training was complete: Branstad had plugged her into his political machine, helped her navigate the state’s thorny ideological terrain and handed her crucial responsibilities such as chairing a powerful education task force at home and leading trade missions abroad.
“Reynolds’ role wasn’t one relegated to ribbon-cuttings and pictures with school groups at the Capitol,” says Matt Strawn, the former Iowa GOP chairman whom Branstad also considered as a running mate back in 2010. “Terry Branstad made her an active partner in governing our state.”
Now a month into the job—and having bid adieu this week to Branstad as he departed for Beijing—Reynolds has experienced the highs and lows associated with being the boss. Every decision is under closer scrutiny now, as she learned after flying around the state on an Iowa casino owner’s private plane days after taking office. It was an unforced error—“egregious,” in the words of one ally—that made her sprawling network of longtime Branstad loyalists cringe. But the governor has also received plaudits for some early maneuvers, most notably for nudging into retirement the state’s director of the Department of Human Services on the heels of two Iowa teenagers dying from starvation in high-profile abuse cases.
Her official duties notwithstanding, Reynolds has experienced perhaps the biggest perk for any Iowa elected official: the conspicuous amount of attention paid by ambitious national Republicans. “Oh, it’s unbelievable,” Reynolds says in an interview inside the Iowa Events Center, which is hosting a daylong education and workforce development summit. She had grown accustomed to the face-time with presidential aspirants—“I’ve flipped pork chops with most of them,” Reynolds tells me of the 2016 field, “and my lieutenant governor colleagues were always so jealous”—but this is different. When I ask about her sudden popularity, and whether she’s been fielding an unusual number of phone calls, Reynolds lets out a knowing laugh. “Oh yeah,” she says. “From all of the above. They’re all my friends.”
But before the next class of Republican contenders can line up to kiss the ring—as they did for Branstad three of the past four decades—Reynolds must secure the throne. It starts with winning a Republican gubernatorial primary that doesn’t project to be terribly competitive. Her only challenger looks to be Cedar Rapids Mayor Ron Corbett, a competent if uncharismatic former state House speaker who won praise for orchestrating the city’s comeback from its devastating 2008 flood. He comes to the race equipped with a potent populist message, comparing Reynolds to Jeb Bush and Hillary Clinton as “dynastic” candidates who had the blessing of party leaders but generated little enthusiasm among voters. “In Iowa, we like to pick our candidates—we don’t just accept that somebody is anointed,” Corbett tells me in a Des Moines coffee shop, two days after launching his campaign. “If President Trump has showed us anything, it’s that people who are outside the establishment have a chance.”
Branstad bestowed much to his pupil, but not everything is an advantage: Reynolds inherits the power of incumbency, but also the baggage attached to it. For instance, Iowa’s budget is a disaster because of lower-than-projected revenues, the result of tumbling crop commodity prices. With the state borrowing from its reserve fund and Branstad owning the criticisms, there’s an imperative for the new governor to distance herself, ever so delicately, from her former boss.
“As we saw with Hillary Clinton and the criticism that she was seeking a third Obama term, Kim Reynolds is going to have to figure out how to stay connected with Terry Branstad’s people while making clear that she’s not running for his seventh term,” says Eric Woolson, a longtime Iowa GOP operative and former Branstad spokesman.
She will also have to establish her brand: When I ask Reynolds which of the state’s political tribes (evangelicals, tea partiers, libertarians, moderates) she most identifies with, she replied, “My goal is to fit in all those boxes.” When I press her, asking how she defines herself on the ideological spectrum, Reynolds thinks for several moments but says nothing. Finally, her deputy chief of staff Tim Albrecht chimes in: “A conservative.” She laughs. “Well for sure I’m conservative. But I mean, I think people know that, but you need to be careful because you want to bring people together.”
This matter of forging her own identity seems more a political puzzle than an electoral threat. Iowa GOP Chairman Jeff Kaufmann, who is neutral in the primary, says Reynolds’ opponent has a “huge, huge uphill battle,” and Corbett himself concedes he is “the underdog,” which is putting it generously. Reynolds, sources say, received an early heads-up of her predecessor’s imminent departure from Des Moines and had months to monopolize the political and financial assets in the state; as a result there are no cracks in Branstad’s vaunted political apparatus, which is now at her disposal.
That’s not the only favor the former governor did his protégé: After years of mounting tension inside the Iowa GOP tent, pitting evangelicals and tea party activists against the state’s center-right governing class, the outgoing governor let the steam out of the kettle this spring by rubber-stamping the most conservative legislative session in memory. With Republicans in control of the House, Senate and governor’s mansion for the first time since 1998, Branstad signed bills to curtail collective bargaining, expand gun rights, ban most abortions after 20 weeks, defund Planned Parenthood and establish new voter ID legislation while reducing the state’s early voting window, among other policy victories for the right.
“I don’t see too much conservative energy out there—this legislative session was one of the best we’ve had in Iowa in my time in politics,” says Steve Deace, a prominent conservative activist and former radio host. He says the Iowa grass roots are lukewarm on Reynolds, but believes the power of her newfound incumbency, coupled with the ideological realignment of the Trump era, makes it difficult for anyone to organize a viable campaign that runs to her right “And now she’s got a primary challenge from the left,” he adds, referencing Corbett. “I think it’s an opportunity for Kim Reynolds to rally conservatives in a way that Terry Branstad never did.”
From Reynolds’ perspective, locking down the base means building an alliance with Trump. The president made a point of name-dropping her twice during his rally in Cedar Rapids—“Kim is going to be a fantastic governor,” he told a raucous audience of nearly 6,000—after they met on the tarmac and toured a local community college. (Reynolds rode with Trump in his limousine, “The Beast,” and at the giddy president’s insistence pounded her fist on an interior window three times to test its indestructibility.) The two politicians could not be more different in tone and temperament, and it might ultimately behoove her to establish some daylight with the polarizing president. But having traveled to all 99 Iowa counties each year, just like her old boss, Reynolds has witnessed the resilience of his base. When I ask if she notices Republican voters tiring of Trump, the governor interrupts me with a vigorous shake of her head. “I’m just not seeing it. There’s still a great amount of support there,” she says. “I think when you get inside the bubble sometimes you forget there are everyday Iowans working to just make a difference and survive and take care of their families. They’re just looking for an opportunity to have a better quality of life. They’re just not focused on Russia and all the chaos and the noise.”
Reynolds has an answer prepared for my related question—has Trump improved the lives of those Iowans?—even though she fails to offer specifics. “We spent six years with an adversary in the White House, and there’s just no other way to say that. They were overregulating, overreaching,” the governor says. “And so I’m so grateful … to have an ally and friend in the White House that wants to give individual states the flexibility to really look at what their needs are and implement their own ideas.” Does she have any frustrations with this administration? “Well,” Reynolds says hesitantly, “I don’t know if it’s my place to critique the president.”
This party-line approach to Trump’s presidency could imperil the second part of Reynolds’ political equation: winning next year’s general election. Mobilization of the Democratic base nationwide is observable and Iowa is no exception, with at least eight candidates expected to seek the nomination for governor. One of the favorites, former state party chairwoman Andy McGuire, argues that Trump—together with the Legislature’s hard right turn this past session—will energize Democrats to bounce back in what she insists is still a battleground state.
“I think this was a national wave that came over Iowa,” McGuire tells me. “I see a purple state. I think what may have happened is what happened with Wisconsin and Pennsylvania—the national wave just rolled over the top of us.”
But there’s a problem for Democrats: What happened in Iowa is nothing like what happened in Wisconsin and Pennsylvania. Those states were each decided by a fraction of a percentage point; Trump carried Iowa by the most lopsided margin of any battleground state. And whereas other swing states boast diversifying electorates—with higher numbers of non-white, college-educated urban dwellers who overwhelmingly disapprove of Trump—Iowa remains heavily populated by white, non-college-educated rural voters who have proven to be his most loyal constituency.
In this sense, Reynolds didn’t just take over as chief executive of Iowa—she became the governor of Donald Trump’s America, a place where the economic, cultural and demographic stars have aligned in a way that makes it dangerous for any Republican to abandon the president. The upside for Reynolds specifically is that she now leads a state where Democrats, however galvanized by Trump, find themselves on the ropes. The downside: They are desperate for a statement win next November, and see the untested new governor as their best hope.
“The thought on the Democratic side here is, it’s 2018 or bust,” says Pat Rynard, a former state party operative and founder of the liberal blog IowaStaringLine.com. “Either we take back the governor’s mansion or the Democratic Party in this state goes into the wilderness for at least a decade.”
Incumbents become harder to defeat the longer they hold office. As Democratic groups pour money into Iowa next year, implicit in their targeting of Reynolds is the fear that she, if elected to her own term, will become entrenched like Branstad—with deep connections across the state, a political machine of her own and eventually, a protégé to whom she can pass it down. Corbett, for his part, hopes to prevent that same thing from within the Republican camp, and proudly touts term limits as part of his campaign platform. Reynolds tells me she opposes term limits of any kind, but promises that she’s not interested in breaking Branstad’s record of 8,169 days in office as governor. “I don’t know if it’s doable,” she says, shaking her head. “I’m a grandma.”
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