This Week in Statehouse Action: State Unfair edition

A thing about me: I freaking love state fairs.

Mostly it’s a pleasant association with playing hooky from school so I could join my dad while he took his FFA students to learn how to judge livestock at Virginia’s fair each fall when I was a kid.

Also I loved the rides (though as an adult I’m way more skeptical of things that go at any rate of speed that are routinely dis- and re-assembled) and the candy apples and funnel cakes, but mostly it was the specialness of it all – all those sights and sounds and smells and experiences in one place just one time each year.

As many other state fairs have already come and gone, Virginia’s fairly late fair has yet to commence – it kicks off the very last full weekend of September.

Two years ago, it was lousy with “Farmers for Youngkin” signs, rendered in a John Deere-esque green and yellow. Last year, the John Birch Society had a table in the exhibition hall. Both felt deeply gross to me – the JBS for obvious reasons and the FFY signs because I’m rea…