By Anna Von Reitz
The short answer in America is: Wisconsin.
It just happens to also be the state where I was born and raised and where arguments between urban largely Democrat populations and rural Republicans are as common as mosquitoes in July.
Sometime around the age of eight after attending an Adams Township Townhall meeting with my parents and listening to otherwise sane people argue for two hours about snow-plowing budgets versus long range weather predictions for winter 1966 --- the equivalent of a crystal ball argument about how many angels could fit on a D-6 Cat steering wheel, I asked the fateful question: where do political parties come from?
"Communists," muttered my Mother, fluffed up in her car coat like a small hen ready to peck at something. As usual, I found out later that she was right.
"Nah, now, Little Mother," my Father interjected, "don't be talking about Communists."
"Why not?" she instantly flared. Her perfectly-plucked dark eyebrows flat-lined and she scowled out at the snowy night, watching for deer in the headlights.
"That's no subject for children," Dad said in his calming way. "How could she understand what a Communist is?"