Kay O'Connors Secret Diaries

September 23 So Chiefs fans expressed their deep patriotism today by singing the National Anthem properly. As if it were just that simple to reverse years of disrespecting one of the greatest songs ever written simply by singing "home of the brave" instead of "home of the Chiefs." I wonder how many of the folks in that stadium could have passed my Constitution quiz?

October 1 This is getting ugly. People are actually believing those lies the Star printed about me -- even though nobody believes anything else that's ever published in that raggedy butt-wipe. (Hate to use unladylike language, but I'm mad.)

Now I'm getting calls from The Washington Post and Fox News!

This whole affair is simply ridiculous. I have always supported women's right to vote and have encouraged women to exercise that right. Why would I, during five elections, go door-to-door asking literally thousands of women for their votes and then turn around and oppose their right to vote?

Maybe I ought to write all that down and send it in. Maybe they'll run my picture with that little "As I See It" column.

This whole thing is nonsense. When that ding-dong asked me if I would have voted for the 19th Amendment, I answered, "Yes, in today's society this is something that women need." Then he asked me if I would have voted for it in the 1920s, and I replied, "I don't really know. I wasn't alive then and I am not an expert on that issue during that period of time."

And that's how I honestly feel about it. What's so wrong with that?

October 2 Now I'm really steaming. The Star says it wants to "edit" three paragraphs of my response. I'll be damned if I'm going to let them put their filthy mitts all over my stuff.

October 30 The Oz theme park is dead. As much as I'm an old-fashioned woman and love The Wizard of Oz for that wonderful black-and-white imagery of the Kansas farmstead, I thought that whole plan was about as realistic as flying monkeys. Unfortunately, I've got much bigger things to worry about these days, with everyone thinking I'm some kind of wicked witch. Must run.

November 1 Memo to myself: Write a nice note to Ingrams and K.C. Jones for publishing Jack Cashill's piece defending me. I love his line about how, even after raising six children and having thirteen grandchildren and four great-grandchildren, Art and I "still hold hands when they think no one is looking." Brings tears to my eyes.

November 27 Ha! Looks like I have the last laugh. I don't know what those floozies thought they were pulling off by secretly videotaping that little exchange between Art and the recall petitioner who knocked on our door, but we filed a lawsuit. Nobody messes with Kay.

November 30 I'm laughing even harder today. Read in that loathsome Kansas City Star -- yes, I still read it; I can't help myself -- that the recall petitioners are having a hard time collecting enough signatures to throw me out of office. They should have known better. After all, people in Olathe love me.

December 10 A very, very difficult year apparently isn't going to get any better before it's over. Tonight the Lenexa Republican Central Committee asked me to resign. This from my own people. It just proves that the battle for the soul of the Kansas Republican Party has been won by the squishies. We may be winning the war in Afghanistan, but soon enough, we're going to have to regroup for the one on the home front.

Well, I've fixed myself a hot bubble bath, and now I'm soaking in it, drinking a nice glass of apple juice. Just need to relax. Get a little rest. I know one thing: They're not going to get rid of Kay so easily.

I have never been a quitter.