We grew up with them. Two summers ago it was like the most wretched thing you could smell on a hot summer's day.

I grew up with the smell of the lake and the feeling of the woods.

I am a wretched sinner that is made righteous by a merciful God and Savior. His blood shed for me even as I sinfully do not deserve it. Oh how sweet a love Jesus Christ is.

It doesn't pull all the moisture out and the smell stays in it for years down the road.

I grew up next to a farm in western Pennsylvania. This smell is 100 times worse.

If the White House wanted to squash this, they could have squashed it long ago.