Little brother, please, allow me to explain something to you. Through the years, I have felt sorry for you. You've tried valiantly to claim a seat at the adults table. You have failed, but your efforts have been pure and true. At times, you have shown true promise, and on occasion emerged from the arena victorious. You have even made me, at times, proud to call you my little brother.
Now, however, the circumstances have changed. You have done something that cannot go unnoticed. You have taken what is ours. You will be punished. The ghosts of our forefathers scream through these halls demanding retribution. You will be hurt. You will be broken and bloody come days end. Little brother, you brought this on yourself. Your whining, petulant ways have become too much to bear. It is with no regret that we shall do this to you. Your "One Nation" will be demolished.
You cry that I cannot claim part in this, that because I chose to seek a brighter future through other halls, I am not part of "we". Bullshit. Ours is a true nation, one built upon pride, upon trust, upon botherhood. All of us, be it in a house divided, be it in the fields, at work and at play, are united by one thing. We hate you. Why, you ask? Because, fuck you. We ARE Iowa.