Eat Beef. The west was not won on salad.

This past weekend, I went to visit my friend, Heather, in Morton, IL. While heading out to Morton, I was rocking out to Jimmy Eats World when I noticed that the car in front of me had a bumper sticker that changed my view on life. It said, "Eat beef; the west was not won on salad." All these years, I thought salad was a national hero, but I was terribly wrong. It was beef! Maybe I missed that in my history class. If someone could explain that to me, it would be much appreciated.
Anyway, I had a great weekend; I sold $110 worth of merchandise at the festival there, got to hand out with Heather Hall and Matt Crossman, made some new friends who are going to come down to St. L and go swing dancing with me, played an intense game of Taboo that was boys vs. girls...and Dwayne, rode some rides at the fair, talked to some carnies (they were pretty nice, and most of them had all their teeth, but, man, they'll talk your ear off), and much more. Good times were had by all.
But I must admit, the ride home was rough. First off, I didn't want to leave. Second, gas in Morton is $2.77/gallon and I needed to fill my tank (in St.L, gas is $2.56/gallon). And lastly, I killed 4 butterflies while driving down the highway. I diagnosed the butterflies with bipolar disorder; I think they are struggling with suicidal thoughts due to winter coming, maybe they need to be put on Lithium. Or possibly it was a dare gone wrong. I don't know, but hopefully it will help other butterflies in the future.