The opening weekend of the Great American State Fair in Washington, D.C., was, to put it simply, miserable. It was extremely muggy, with rain pouring down seemingly every hour. A child rolled around in the grass, crying and screaming, "I. WANT. TO. GO. HOME!!!" Creed’s "Higher" blared over the loudspeakers, and a sparse crowd milled about the various exhibitions. The bare bones setup-flimsy, fake two-dimensional columns that looked like something Wile E. Coyote would run into while chasing The Road Runner-left much to be desired, as America’s 250th anniversary was celebrated with kitsch and…
