Tourists Guide To Wisconsin

There's something about crossing the border from Minnesota into
Wisconsin which has always unsettled me. The feeling would probably
best characterized as crushing despair tinged with an oppressive
pastoral loneliness. It isn't necessarily that the scenery itself is
different, it's more of a vague if the sadness
of its residents has somehow seeped into the soil and air, poisoning
it, like fallout from a nuclear blast. Or perhaps more appropriately,
like the solvent vapors from innumerable batches of high-grade
bathtub methamphetamine.
So it should be obvious that I'm not particularly keen on the idea of
visiting Wisconsin for fun and diversion, which makes me just the
person to write an overtly antagonistic and highly inaccurate guide of
it for nonexistent tourists.

[Note: This is Part 7 In An Insane 50
Part Series


Tourists Guide To Wisconsin - Tractor Pull

People who've never been to a tractor pull tend to dismiss them as
"just a bunch of drunken corn-shucking crackers lounging around in the
bleachers with their belts unbuckled while tractors and obnoxious
trucks drag various objects back and forth through the mud in front of
them." Having been a Wisconsin tractor pull myself, I can honestly say
that they have substantially more to offer than this.
For example, at the pull I attended, there were loudspeakers throughout the grounds which blared pop-country
songs, farm animals in farm animal pens, and large-breasted women wearing midriff-exposing tanktops (I wasn't much impressed by these, as I was but a child, but I can
definitely understand how they'd be a selling point for the strapping young farmboys and lecherous old antique store proprietors who ostensibly make up the majority of Wisconsin's population). So yes: There is certainly a whole lot more going on than object-draggery (although admittedly, dragging shit around is sort of the main event).
But perhaps I'm being unfair. Events like tractor pulls and county
fairs are likely essential to the functioning of predominately rural
states like Wisconsin. Without the release provided by such diversions,
the bodies of Wisconsin's residents--no longer
able to repress the bestial impulses conveyed to them by their
corrupted amygdalae--would almost certainly begin to undergo a rapid process of "devolution", and Wisconsin would quickly become just another federation of destitute, undereducated hissing lizard men in pajama pants who drive comically large trucks and lie splayed out upon sun-warmed boulders bickering endlessly about the achievements of various
Gods help us all if this comes to pass.


Cynical Tourist's Guide to Wisconsin- Badger

The Official State Animal of Wisconsin is the Badger. It might not seem
like it makes too much sense at first (is Wisconsin really known for
its badgers?), but there's definitely a reason for it. I'll give
Wisconsin's resident's credit for one thing, they sure know how to pick
an appropriate State Animal. Observe:
Badgers: Short-legged, heavy-set omnivores covered in thick hair
who are
often solitary, but can sometimes be seen hunting together in a
cooperative fashion.
Residents of Wisconsin: Short-legged, heavy-set omnivores
covered in
thick hair who are often solitary, but can sometimes be seen hunting
together in a cooperative fashion.
Pretty fantastic, right?


Tourists Guide To Wisconsin - Packers Ticket

To me, the only thing in the world duller than watching football is
reading about the history of football. In most cases, I simply lapse into a deep, dreamless sleep before even making it through the introductory paragraph.

So before attempting to read the Wikipedia entry on the Packers (for the purposes of this article), I
decided to wash down
three hits of reasonably strong acid with 50 grams of amphetamines
which I had dissolved in a large tumbler of caffeinated absinthe and an ancient can of OK Soda I found in a crawlspace.

My thinking was that
this would keep me alert long enough to make it at least halfway down the page, but unfortunately, I was only able to make it to the third sentence ("The
Packers are the last vestige of 'small town teams' that were once
common in the NFL during the 1920s and 1930s") before what appeared to be a pack of small
children with the faces of hawks began snarling and leaping at my bedroom window. The shock of this
caused me to topple backwards out of my chair and onto the floor, where
I was overcome by a number of terrifying superbowl-themed
accompanied by what I believe to have been multiple grand mal seizures.
Upon awakening twenty-eight hours later, I found myself to be nude. The carpeting of my room was soaked clean through with a
mixture of what I later learned to be Coors Light, excrement, and bile-tinged vomit. Stumbling
down the
hallway I noticed a foot protruding into the hall from the bathroom.
Even before I rounded the corner I knew it was her...Janice. She lay on
her side in a pool of blood, her left arm wrenched from the socket. Her
face was an unrecognizable goulash of flesh and broken teeth. I looked
at my hands, noting the bruises on the knuckles. Flashes of the night
before...the flicker of a cheap big screen television...two beers in
each hand...Cheetoes dust filling the air. Never. Never. It couldn't
And then, pulling up her shirt, I saw it there, ripped into the stomach
in jagged crimson: "They Lost."
My head began to swirl and I stumbled backwards over the rim of the
tub, my head cracking into the cold tile wall. The room
around me explodes into a kaleidoscope of yellow and green and I feel
consciousness slipping away.
"First...down..." I croak.
And then, darkness.



Cynical Tourists Guide To Wisconsin - Sex Offender

Wisconsin is currently ranked at #4 on the Most Sex
Offenders Per Capita  List
. Sure, it might not be number 1
(that honor goes to Montana, the showoff) but a strong placing in the
top 5 shows is that the groping and fondling trades are flourishing.


Cynical Tourists Guide To Wisconsin - Ole

If there's one thing Wisconsin is known for, it's creating a nurturing
environment from which fantastic, creative bands can emerge. Just look
at their history: The Violent Femmes? I mean come on! That's a fairly
respectable band that some people are aware of the existence of, right?
And then theres...uh...Garbage. They're a band I guess. Uh...hey, well
Norwegian violinist Ole Bull was MARRIED in Wisconsin in the 1800s, and
I assume he lived there for a while, so that's something. And I mean,
you've got the entire Jazz scene and that's like a highly respected ART
form and everyth--hey wait where are you going?! Come back! I have more!
How about the Reptile Palace Orchestra, the worldbeat band specializing
in lounge, klezmer and other Eastern European music!? DJ Tony Neal?
Streetz & Young Deuces? Killdozer? How about Killdozer!? They
covered American Pie! Do you have any idea how long that song is? It's



Cynical Tourists Guide To Wisconsin - Antigo Silt Loam

The Official State Soil is Antigo Silt Loam. What do you mean you're
not interested in that? I'll have you know that soil can be
fascinating! Take, for example, this account of the debate surrounding
the official nomination and recognition of Antigo Silt Loam as
Wisconsin's state soil:
Critics such as the Greater Northern Montmorillonite-Smectite
Consortium (GNMG) have long cried foul on the choice of Antigo Silt as
State Soil, claiming that it is far too gritty and rough textured to
even be considered for nomination. They propose that the sole reason a
silt was even considered was due to heavy lobbying by organizations
such as SLAG (The Silt Loam Advocacy Group) and CACCLS (Citizens
Against Clay & Clay-Loam Soils).
The argument being that these groups in particular have long expressed
vocal prejudice towards the governmental recognition of any soil type
whose particle size rates at smaller than 2 μm (such as clays). As
such, GNMG has asked that the choice of Antigo Silt be overturned as
ethically invalid due to SLAG and CACCLS's involvement in the
nomination. Government officials are yet to respond.
Whew. Talk about exciting, right? This story's got everything!
Corruption, intrigue, good vs evil...everything! Go ahead and tell me
that wasn't one of the most interesting things you've ever read, I dare
Yeah that's what I thought. Next time maybe you'll keep your big mouth
shut about the culture of soil, you ignorant son of a bitch!


Cynical Tourists Guide To Wisconsin - Soiled Pillows

Well, I hope you've all come to a better understanding of the true
nature of Wisconsin: A place where a man would sooner slice open your
jugular in the back of a small family owned grocery store and cut your
body into pieces with the intent of using your skin to fashion a number
of crude bowls after placing your head in a paper b--aww man, sorry,
I'm doing the "Wisconsin is full of serial killers" thing again, aren't
I? I promised myself I wouldn't resort to it, but it's just so easy.
Alright, here. I'll end with an excerpt from a famous poem instead. It
is entitled "Upon Fields Of Joy" and is dedicated to the great state of
Wisconsin and all who reside there.


Boys run through the gutters
kicking at
rusted Coors light cans
and cursing
under their breath.
One scoops up a cigarette butt
placing it to his lips
"I'm a man"
he says
Years pass...
Plenty of time
to get wasted in ravines
and fondle bored girls
in the backseats
of rusted out cars.
And soon:
small drab houses
with wives
and boys of their own
and bitter resentment
to dull with booze.
It isn't much
but of course
There is little else
to do
when one lives
in Wisconsin.