Jim Klobuchar has a blog. More or less.
Don't remember Klobuchar?
He was a columnist at the Strib - pardon the redundancy - for thirty years. He retired sometime in the last decade.
Like Nick Coleman, he tirelessly flogged the mines of overwrought populism. Unlike Coleman, he probably could have figured out that "flogging the mines" was a mixed metaphor.
Like Coleman, he did a firebrand liberal talk show; like Coleman, he didn't belong on the air. Unlike Coleman, he was rational.
Like Coleman, he's a flaming liberal columnist. Unlike Coleman, one got the impression he had spent time gathering some facts before he wrote. One got the impression that there was a human behind the shrill shrieking points. He had a human side - check out his ode to Carl Eller's Hall of Fame induction - that Coleman had twenty years ago, and perhaps still has, lying beneath sedimentary layers of rage.
The blog is slim pickings; it looks like he makes an entry or two a month. If you miss Klobuchar's writing, though...well, here you go.