On the recordFebruary 9, 2022
I have two words for you today: ``crack pipes''--crack pipes, not crackpots. Many of us went to bed last night, others waking up this morning, and heads are exploding across this Nation as we learn that this administration is giving crack pipes to crackheads. I think when the history books are written about this President and 2020 through 2024, that will be the picture right next to the President's name--a picture of crack pipes being given out by this administration. I want to come back to that in a second, though. I have a picture of my dad today and our dog Rennie. My dad and our family--my mom, an older brother, younger sister--moved off the family farm when I was 5. My dad was a proud, proud police officer. I remember the day in kindergarten when my dad and our family dog Rennie came to visit and what a proud moment it was for me. In 3 years, my dad was head of the fire department, and 2 years after that, he became the chief of police. My dad was the chief of police in El Dorado, KS, for some 25 years. My dad represented law in the community. He represented right from wrong, and he applied that law equally. There was never a gray area for my dad. I remember having dinner at my grandma's house one Sunday evening and the phone ringing. We didn't have pagers. We didn't have cell phones. All I remember, my dad was saying: Stand down. My grandma looked at us and said: You guys better hug your dad goodbye. I said: Grandma, what do you mean?…
