First of all, Joe the Plumber's book is out this month. Read this op-ed from the NY Times:
I wish I could have said it that well.
I tried to watch The Empty Acre last night. It's a low-budget movie, sure, but I still have expectations, especially when something is set in Kansas.
Well, about five minutes into the film, the main character, a fellow named Jacob, shoots a coyote with a shotgun from about 200 yards away. A shotgun. That wouldn't happen. Not even with a slug, people.
To the film's defense, the townsfolk are not portrayed as the usual, bumbling Kansas stereotypes. One scene in particular involves a group of old ladies passing around a baby. I've been there--the dialogue is very true to life.
But a shotgun from 200 yards? I haven't even mentioned the bar with no posters on the walls. Every small town bar I've been in has at least two generations of Coors Light and/or Budweiser babes pasted up. This bar? Lime green walls.
Here's why you write what you know or do appropriate research. They lost me. I didn't finish the movie because of little details that just weren't accurate.
It really doesn't help that half the world thinks Kansas is still like The Wizard of Oz. Chip on my shoulder? No, really?