Make This Make Sense

This is your brain on crack:

This is the DFL’s brain on DFL ideology:

You have no agency re your behavior until you’re in your thirties, but you can choose to have yourself neutered when you’re 8.

I suspect there’ll be a bill in the next session, if the DFL maintains the majority, banning logic of every kind.

The Bravest Man

Joe Doakes, late of Como Park, emails:

I guess a guy got arrested for interrupting the State of the Union address. A parent, protesting the shameful way his son’s life was wasted in the retreat from Afghanistan. I know soldiers are brave, cops and firefighters, too. But I’ve only ever witnessed one act of raw bravery in real life.

30 years ago, I moved my family to outstate Minnesota to start a career as a lawyer. I was in my office one morning when the receptionist said, “There’s someone to see you.” It was a kid from my son’s hockey team, call him John, wearing a three-piece suit with a necktie in his hand. “Today is team pictures and we’re supposed to dress up. Can you help me with this?” he asked, holding out his necktie.

It was a small town. I knew about John’s family situation. Father drank away the family business and left. Mother worked double shifts waitressing. John had nobody to show him how to tie a necktie. Where do you go to learn that? Who wears neckties anymore? Lawyers. And he knew one, me, from hockey. So, John cut class to walk uptown to the law firm carrying his necktie to ask for help so he’d look nice for the team photo.

Can you imagine the guts that took?

Of course I helped him. And then drove him back so he’d be on time. The team photo came out great. Can’t see much of John’s suit – tall kid in the back – but the knot of his necktie is as perfect as the look of pride on his face.

Bravest man I ever met was a 17-year-old kid.

Words like “bravery” and “courage” have been devalued as badly as “fascism”, lately.

But I think the kid’d get my vote.

The New Vile Vulgar Aristocrats

One of the few saving graces to Minnesota’s legislature – even when it’s not dominated by the DFL – is that it is part-time. It meets for a couple of months a year, and then the members go back about their business.

Which, for most DFLers, means back to job somewhere in the non-profit-industrial complex.

But that’s just not good enough:

Currently, the Constitution of the State of Minnesota says the Minnesota Legislature cannot meet for more than 120 “legislative days” per biennium. Additionally, the legislature is required to adjourn in May every year. As such, the Minnesota House and Senate do not typically meet from June through December. However, occasional, short-term “special sessions” can be called by the governor for certain situations when the legislature is not in regular session.

Therefore, the Minnesota Legislature is typically referred to as a “part-time” or “citizen” legislature. The vast majority of state legislatures in the Union do not operate on a full-time basis. Only a few states, such as California, New York, Pennsylvania, and Michigan, run full-time legislatures.

Should HF 4598 be passed into law, voters would be asked if the Minnesota Constitution should be amended to remove the requirements that the Minnesota Legislature only meet for 120 legislative days and adjourn in May. Specifically, the proposed law would put a constitutional amendment on the ballot proposing this change. The registered voters of Minnesota would decide whether to keep the legislature as it is, or change it.

Currently, the legislature meets for 120 days out of every biennium, barring special sessions.

Assuming they’ll take plenty of time off, assume they’ll triple their “work” year, and at least triple their salary.

And, sooner than later, their taxation and spending.

A One Question Quiz

What does one call a musician, actor or performer whose oeuvre is satirizing, mocking or aping a culture one is not part of?

Say, in this case, the lyrics to creepy gay transvestite Dylan Mulvaney’s, uh, “song” Days of Girlhood?:

Monday, can’t get out of bed

Tuesday morning, pick up meds

Wednesday, retail therapy

“Cash or credit?” I say, “Yes”

Thursday, had a walk of shame

Didn’t even know his namе

Weekends are for kissing friends

Friday night, I’ll overspend

Saturday, we flirt for drinks

Playin’ wingman to our twinks

Sunday, the Twilight soundtrack

Cues my breakdown in the bath

If you guessed “Minstrel Show”, you’re thinking what I’m thinking.

Where’s The Money?

The Minneapolis City Council’s vote on minimum wages for independent contractor drivers has driven Lyft out of Minneapolis, and Uber out of both cities.

A friend of the blog emails with an initial reaction very close to my own:

The Minneapolis City Council doesn’t actually understand a lot. They want affordable options, but they want people to be paid high wages. It doesn’t always work that way.http://apnews.com/article/minneapolis-uber-lyft-ridehailing-minimum-wage-d60db6a2e2580dc1d93c438a8cffa5ee

That being said, Uber and Lyft were never affordable here in the Twin Cities like they are elsewhere. That is likely because the market here doesn’t support it like it might in cities with higher density populations. 

This article mentions that “Seattle and New York City have passed similar policies in recent years that increase wages for ride-hailing drivers, and Uber and Lyft still operate in those cities.”

Yes, well, the cost to use those services was lower to start with because they actually could make money there. So, they are likely still making money even if passengers are paying more to ride. I would bet those services were barely making it here as it was. It’s not hard to drive most places, it’s not even particularly expensive. The downtowns of MSP are mostly dead anyway, so who is using Lyft and Uber at this stage anymore? As far as I can tell, the council’s stupid ordinance just gave them the excuse to pull out. 

That was pretty much what I thought; it was yet another case of a prog city council demanding the world violate the laws of economics to give them what they want.

But wait. There’s more.

It’s the current DFL – so one must always check to see if there’s an ulterior motive involving transferring wealth from taxpayers to the DFL’s non-profit/government complex.

And of course there is:

There you go – Soviet-style ride sharing.

Because the DSA needs to make sure they get a cut of all that ride-share money.

Further Evidence…

…that the DFL knows its voter base believes its own press and has no critical thinking ability whatsoever:

So – we’ve got a straw buyer problem, but DFL county attorneys would pursue charges “because the penalties aren’t high enough”, so the DFL demands more penalties to the camera, but then leads his entire ghouish, creepy, Orwellian caucus in voting against a bill that’d do just that.

We’ll need a whole lot of Minnesotans who are tired of being treated like gullible children to turn out this November.

Ever Wonder What A Sled Dog Feels Like?

If you’re a working or middle-class taxpayer in Minnesota, the DFL wants to show you:

They took $17 billion dollars extra from you, and gave you $260 back, maybe. But they want to give illegals a Universal Basic Income.

This is a complete inversion of anything plausibly close to “Justice”.

EdMinn’s Curious Self-Indictment

Wait – didn’t the DFL in the Legislature spend most of April and May of last year doing the endzone happy dance celebrating having “fully funded” education?

I do believe they did.

So – what is up with this?

Now, when you asked a DFL legislator or an EdMN partisan what “Full Funding” meant, the “answers” should have come with a side of blue cheese for all the word salad. It was gibberish. And that was just the ones that didn’t ignore the question entirely.

As we see now, pretty much intentionally so.

Everywhere, All The Time

I had no idea if I had any musical talent at all when I was in fourth grade. But one day, a string quintet came over from the high school – and I was intrigued.

I knew playing violin would be a problem – people would beat me up. And the bass looked like an awful lot of instrument to haul around. So I settled on the cello.

And I played through the next eight years, from fourth grade till graduation (enter through college, and let’s be honest, I can still crank out a few tunes).

The Jamestown schools had a pretty big orchestra program:  five elementary schools, the junior high, and the high school. The program involved everyone from 10-year-old beginners sawing away on half size violin, all the way up to the occasional musical prodigy who went off to major in music.

And the whole thing was run by one teacher – Donna Nannenga. 

I was a pretty obnoxious teenager – certainly too much so to be impressed by that at the time. But over the years, as I’ve seen, what goes into teaching – and especially into teaching music, one of the more complicated disciplines – I’ve retrospectively had my mind blown.

In my case? I went from playing “Blue Bells of Scotland“ in fourth grade, to second chair at Alls State orchestra my senior year. And she was the only teacher – really, just about the only formal musical training – I had until I was 18.

And I was just one of what had to have been between 70 and 100 kids in the orchestra program at any given time, from age 10 through 18. 

And, of course, it was from learning the cello that I was able to teach myself guitar, bass, mandolin, and everything else I’ve been able to crank out a tune on over the years.

And I was far from the only one:

Donna Nannenga teaches violin, viola and cello at James River Correctional Center. She taught 75 students at the prison from 2002-15 when she stopped counting and estimates the number is now closer to 100.

“Once a teacher, always a teacher,” Nannenga said.

Some of her students were in school choirs, bands or orchestras while others have no musical background at all, she said. Her goal is for the student to reach a high school orchestra level for string instruments, she said.

“I take them no matter what kind of musical background they have,” she said. “I teach them just like I did my students in school with the same books and materials.”

As happens so often in life, I was just wondering how she was doing the other day, when I got the news that she’d passed away. I always wanted to thank her.

I guess I need to stop waiting on these things. 

The Racket

Walter Hudson asks a great question:

Once I get Juan and Goncalvo to cough up the money…

…I think it’s time to guy that 1960 Les Paul Standard.

What are you doing with your cut from the illegals?

Some Feelings Are More Equal

In the modern world, and to the two generations raised in it, feelings are paramount. Your feelings are reality.

Unless they, er, intersect with more important, vogue-y feelings:

Then, those feelings are supposed to be suppressed; “shut up or get cut up”, as Elvis Costello put it.

Precisely As Predicted

“Go ahead, tear down a couple of stores that were half of the commercial heart of the Midway”, said all the people who don’t live in the Midway. “It’ll bring hordes of soccer fans in from their “Urban Life Theme Park” homes in Marcy Holmes and Longfellow over to pre-game at the local bars, and carouse about the place afterward!”

Trust us!”

I warned ’em. I sincerely tried.

The game day ritual:

  1. Watch hordes of cars (and a quick surge of people on the train) pack Snelling, Hamline and University, and the neighborhood streets all the way up to Minnehaha, clogging everything for a solid hour.
  2. A couple of hours of noise and pandemonium and hearing the mob singing “Wonderwall”. By the way, of all the songs they could have picked, why in the flaming hootie-hoo did it have to be “Wonderwall?” I swear, “Afternoon Delight” or “Pilot of the Airwaves” or “Who Let the Dogs Out” or a root canal are less irritating.
  3. Another hour or two of clogged streets and pedestrians stagging through the neighborhood as they get while the getting’s good. Because nobody wants to be stuck on University outside of a crowd.

One will spend less time waiting for Godot than for the wave of prosperity that professional soccer was supposed to bring to the Midway.

The Gift That Keeps Giving

If it’s a year ending in a number, Checkerboard Pizza on the East Side of Saint Paul is back in the news for less than uttelry savory reasons.

And as a Midway homer, it behooves me to point out that, name and signage similarities notwithstanding, the ongoing reality show that is the East Side Checkboard is utterly unrelated to the one on Snelling for the past couple of decades. While delivery pizza hasn’t been much of a part of my life for some time now, Midway Checkerboard is great stuff.

I Have Seen Much Stupidity…

…in my career as a self-appointed political observer.

There are many candidates for the title of “dumbest thing I’ve ever seen”; the Kenilworth Tunnel, evacuating the Third Precinct, going logarithmic on the national debt, “shrinkflation” – I could go on.

But after the Potato’s State of the Union, really, the polls can close; the contest is over:

floating pier and causeway that will be used to deliver critical humanitarian aid by sea to Gaza is expected to take at least one month or possibly as long as two for the US military to build and become fully operational, Pentagon press secretary Maj. Gen. Patrick Ryder said on Friday.

We’ll be counting on the Israelis to keep the huge fat juicy target for drones, rockets and suicide bombers…er, I mean the pier secure, on top of actually, y’know, carrying out their mission.

I’d say “I’ll never mock and taunt a government idea quite like this”, but Americans are going to get killed in pursuit of literally no national interest whatsoever.

In other words, it fits right in with the rest of Biden’s foreign policy.

The Messages Will Continue Until Morale Improves

Joe Doakes, formerly from Como Park, emails:

I keep getting campaign text messages.   “Hey, Joe, the country is going to the dogs. Text Senator . . .”

No, I won’t text.  I don’t live my life on my cell phone, it’s there for my convenience, not yours.  But there’s no escape.

“Text STOP to unsubscribe.”

“STOP”

“You texted STOP.  Are you certain want to unsubscribe from these important messages from Senator?”

“YES DAMMIT”

“Okay we have unsubscribed you.  If you want to receive these important messages from Senator in the future . . . .”

“Hey, Joe, the country is going to the dogs.  Text the Committee to Reelect Senator . . . “

“I already texted STOP”

“That was a different list. Are you certain you no longer wish to receive these important messages from Senator?”

“YES FOR CRYING OUT LOUD HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU”

“You realize that engaging in antisocial behavior affects your social credit, banks will consider you a reputational risk to close your accounts, a Red Flag order will be docketed against you and the IRS will be calling shortly? Do you still want to unsubscribe from these important messages from Senator?”

***

My folks had an old black Bakelite rotary dial phone sitting on a little table near the dining room.  I miss that.

Joe Doakes

Touching

I’ve joked – or, really, “joked” – that I may just make my millions by developing a line of televisions and other technology products with mechanical power switches, channel selectors and other key controls.

It’s not Luddism – at least, not directly. I actually design things for people to actually use effectively in the real world. And much of the world we interact with is designed by people with more enthusiasm than empathy for the person who’s actually trying to use their product in the real world.

I’m looking at you, company that built my washer and dryer control panels with little tiny dark gray letters on a slightly lighter gray background, which if you’re over 40 and have a dimly lit basement makes things a lot more difficult than they should be.

And at the idiots who put the touch-screen interfaces onto damn near everything in every post-2015 car I’ve rented lately:

Touch screens are ubiquitous in new cars. A recent S&P Global Mobility survey of  global car owners cited by Bloomberg estimates nearly all (97%) of new cars released after 2023 have at least one touch screen nestled in the cabin. Nearly 25% of US cars and trucks currently on the road reportedly have a screen at least 11 inches long according to that same survey. These “infotainment systems,” once largely reserved for leisure activity like switching between Spotify songs or making phone calls, are increasingly being used for a variety of tasks essential to driving, like flashing lights or signaling for a turn. Consumer Reports, which regularly asks drivers about their driving experience,  claims only around half of drivers it surveyed in 2022 reported being “very satisfied” with the infotainment system in their vehicles. 

So Im not the only one who wants to bring back mechanincal controls:

Starting in 2026, according to The Sunday Times, the European New Car Assessment Program (NCAP) will only award its top safety rating to new vehicles that use old-fashioned buttons and levers to activate indicators, hazard lights, and other critical driving features. The new requirements could force automakers who use the safety rating as a selling point to reassess the amount of driving features they make accessible only through touch screens. Though these voluntary standards are limited to Europe, a battle over buttons is gaining momentum among drivers in the US as well

Any old time, people.

I’ll take the “W”.

Retirement Planning

I think this’d be what the kids today call “saying the quiet part out loud”…

…except it’s really saying the part they keep yelling at the top of their lungs, even louder, really.

Senator Erin Maye Quade thinks parents shouldn’t be bringing their children up with any sense of basic morality when it comes to sex:

That’s right – just cast them out into the world, and let the teachers and Planned Parenthood do the teaching for you.

Which will help keep the meat coming through the doors at Planned Parenthood, who most generously supports her political career (and, one suspects, will be providing amply for her when she one day “retires from politics”).

An American Hero

For like the 21st year in a row, I didn’t watch the State of the Union. I’ve joined the crowd that considers it a useless exercise at best, a nod to monarchy or worse at worst.

But I almost wish I had tuned in, for this alone:

“Thirteen Marines”

Including his son, LCPL Kareem Nikoui, whom I’ll bring out from under the rug under which he and his comrades were swept:

And I salute you, Steve Nikoui, wherever you are.

Mark Your Calendars

This particular bit of elitist Pauline-Kaelery needs to re-appear around November 1.

In fact, I’m going to make sure it does.

“Show Me The Conservative And I’ll Show You The Terrorist”

I started banging this drum in 2009, when the Obama Administration and its camp followers started moving the Overton Window of authoritarianism to encompass basically every variety of conservative group, to gin up hysteria for (as a former commenter used to refer to it) a coming “tidal wave of right-wing terror that’d dwarf 9/11”. This bit of social slander started in 2009, had hit close to home when the Southern Poverty Law Center claimed the Taxpayers League of Minnesota was a “hate group”.

Some have taken to the change in tone with alarming facility – some of them private citizens

…and some, er, not so much.

Two peaceful pro-life students appear to be listed by a University of Maryland’s terrorism center database.

UMD did not respond to inquiries from The College Fix, but a pro-life group said its attorneys would review the research to consider legal action.

The university’s National Consortium for the Study of Terrorism and Responses to Terrorism has endeavored to track alleged “extremism” from 1948 to 2021 through a database titled, “Profiles of Individual Radicalization in the United States.”

PIRUS lists mainstream pro-life organizations, like Pro-Life Action League, among threats such as the Ku Klux Klan and Al Qaeda. Moreover, two subjects affiliated with Students for Life of America appear to be peaceful protesters who were cleared of charges, The Fix found.

Of course, Big Left knows and operates according to Mark Twain’s aphorism “a lie will travel around the world while the truth is waiting for its Keurig to warm up”. It’s easier to call an innocent person a terrorist, white supremacist, “Christian Nationalst” or “hate group” falsely, knowing that gullible or depraved “Journalists” and influencers will hammer it home like a bunch of monkeys on espresso for eternal preservation on the internet, than it is for the victim to un-call it.

Literal

Exasperated conservatives sometimes refer to the media as “the enemy”.

It’s understandable – the media at the editorial and national level is in general a PR firm for Big Left – and accurate in terms of long-term effect.

But not since Walter Duranty has it been quite this literally true.

Five Israeli families are suing the AP and Reuters for their “journalists” obvious collusion with Hamas on October 7:

The lawsuit filed by the victims’ parents last week alleges that five photojournalists, Hassan Abdel Fattah Eslaiah, Hatem Ali, Mohammed Fayq Abu Mostafa, Ashraf Amra, and Ali Mahmoud who filed photographs in real time of the atrocities being perpetrated by Hamas terrorists were in fact a component of the attacks themselves, and were not conducting legitimate journalistic work.

The journalists were either aware ahead of time that a mass invasion and terror attack was about to be staged by Hamas or, being present from the very outset of the attacks, were culpable for doing nothing to stop the assault, including failing to warn the Israeli authorities, the suit asserts.

While the free market is having its real final say with Big ProgressiveMedia, a little economic justice would be welcome. FIngers crossed.

Agenda

Joe Doakes, formerly of Como Park, emails:

Notice the list of priorities does NOT include: “Build The Wall and Make Mexico Pay For It.”  

Nor does it include: “StopPissing Away Money in Ukraine.”    “Lock Up Criminals” is mostly a local issue but then, so is abortion (now that Roe v. Wade is gone).   And I don’t know one single person who favors canceling student loan debt, not even the people making payments on their student loans, who routinely tell me, “I paid my loans, they can pay their loans.”

Comparing this list of priorities to mine, I have to ask: how far out of touch with reality am I?

Who, indeed, is out of touch?

More on that next week.