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You ‘wonka’ outlaw music fest? Willie and Bobby and Johnny offer it over this Labor Day weekend and after and before that’s full of things to do, led by these octogenarians or approaching. Applauded by signs and T-shirts. Including ones that included, possibly, pulling a double on Labor Day to make the donuts whether it be Dunn Bros. or Dunkin’ orange for pumpkin-fests. Dunk ’em during pumpkin-palooza.

Saturday, August 31st, 2024

With less hoopla than there used to be, the Somerset mega-concerts have forged on to create fire with their music, although maybe in smaller scale with their tuneage, but not tenacity. So still, full-out shows to be reckoned with.

Namely, Nelson seems to be the name. As is Willie and Waylon and the Boys. (So as this summer that featured much to view — like killer sunspots and their Northern Lights if you really want a light show — with its concert music and more closes out and thus sunsets, the Outlaw Music Festival first hits the village.) He is the headliner, but there also is Old School as in Bob Dylan, and not quite as Old School as in John Mellencamp, (no cougar, that’s squashed  as the area is being more and more urbanized), and as the melons now start to mushroom into mush. But there is the scarecrow effect to make them into part-outlaw to fit the name of the fest, as the man mostly made Farm-Aid back in the day, and Dylan as a poet rebelled against society in a way bigger than his pen.

— We just had national dog day and I’m not gonna whiff but woof and make it a week.

A leading re-tail-er (a second-hand or paw store?) jumped on the bandwagon that is the puppy train and was barking about toys for not only terriers but terrestrials too. You could get 130 bucks off an iPad that is ninth generation and does that make it ninth pup of a ninth pup … —

I just met a young man with big and cool hat from Arizona – through which I think Dylan roamed, in character, in his song Tangled Up In Blue — who loves the man’s music, and we are thinking about collaborating more. In the meantime, since moving here and now back for a time, like the vagabond character, I was introduced to some of Dylan’s deeper cuts and harsher bit of his rebel nature, even though he is now 83 and looks like older, and my mom of the same age and Willie-like look who frankly looks better. See him and the boys on Sept. 6 at the Somerset amphitheater. Involving Dylan, he has been on a tour taking the name of the rough and rowdy, which adds a big multi-layered keyboard and a flashing light show, to go along with his poetry.

And this same weekend is host to another rip-roaring fest, the local Lions hometown version, which is sure to again fill Lakefront Park for another year, featuring much music and more, but not a full-flown safari.

Over in New Richmond, I recently – well a full week ago — saw a woman wearing a T-shirt that could be a concert preview, teasing in big letters when appropriate Willie and his whole name, and what it brings. You’d have to see it. So finally now, call him Willie Nelson.

Prior to the concert, as September enters, there are other options, many food-fueled. Green Mill in neighboring Hudson has a BOGO on burgers on Labor Day, and across the street, Buffalo Wild Wings offers regularly these days a triple (as in the meat) bacon cheeseburger. Across the freeway, Habaneros Mexican restaurant has unveiled its new burria menu. And the same sign says that they are now open most Mondays.

Downtown, Dunn brothers coffee shop this same weekend rolls out, its door says, like a circular squash, what could be called pumpkin-athon (a ton if it) or pumpkin-fest, to ring in the new fall season. And as across a side-street from a music club, who knows,  they Dunn could be offering tunes, like with Brooks, or the likes of Smashing Pumpkins, but we are not sure if canned music is on the menu and these days the censors abhor any reference to anything that could be seen as violent, even if time honored. It’s, well, Dunn not Dunkin’ but we suspect there will be, with such, spiced coffee-type drinks and maybe a few doughnuts. We add pumpkin infused latte and muffins and the like.

The server, (as a piper?), knew all the pumpkin-pied stuff right off the bat, and each franchise location has the freedom to have some of their own creations, so I have referenced many here. But across there many stores — there is another to the south on Hanley Road — there is the Pumpkin Dunn Dirty, a drink that looks potent with its layers of first very dark brown and then a cream color on top, with then more cream, that is said to have just for starters a combo of their signature Nitro Cold Brew and Pepsi too. Then ladle on the pumpkin, of course.

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Where to get the big breakdown on not only what the main vote totals were in this contentious recent election, here on the St. Croix County end, but even how they fell in certain jurisdictions and the absentee ballot basics, as they told a bold tale? There were differences, as to where and when you voted, and see it right on this website soon. (And likely nowhere else.)

Saturday, August 17th, 2024

This would be some cool info on your fave candidates, and referendum questions thumping in your chest and — at least we hope — brain, for you politics junkies. Was it true, the red before the blue? Town vs. city, and certainly different when sent sooner. This site is currently undergoing a major redo, and thus an improvement, so you may have to be patient with this post’s posting time. Good things come to those who wait, even when it deals with something as instantaneous as the internet. (Should be posted by midweek.)

Lordy, it is time! So here goes. And you just might find it an interesting post if you stick with it past the narrative of numbers:

St. Croix County has somewhat of a political disparity depending on where you are in it, but generally is about as red an area as you will find. From the east end and its farmland that constitutes a work-the-land, deep-seeded way of life that for many, inexplicably, votes conservative as its very farming becomes almost as much a political ideology as an occupation. To the west end and the more politically potent and rich, big Hudson area that virtually bleeds red, except for a block of the more intellectual, and then a stone’s throw further west the St. Croix River bluff line that entertains both liberal nature lovers and the well-heeled who cruise through it in million-dollar yachts.

This range showed, to a degree, in the specifics of the polling results on Aug. 13, but as a reporter and observer assigned by more than one media outlet, I was eager to find how much of a difference there would be between the 14 precincts of the mostly rural but large population base in the town of Hudson, versus the county as a whole. (I primarily was onboard to report results, as they came in, for the Associated Press, first at the town hall and then with its broader reach at the county government center. AP has now deemed elections to be so important with their contentiousness, that they have me staff both places.)

The most striking result I found was the big difference between those who were eager enough to vote early, and those who did it onsite on election night.

The highest profile race involved originally-from-California-rich-businessman Eric Hovde, who was a virtual shoe-in during this partisan primary election to go head-to-head for a U.S. Senate seat come the early November finale, against Democrat Tammy Baldwin.

Hovde garnered 7012 votes, but that was only about 80 percent of the total, as the only real question was who would be runner up. Having seen it on a single sign, I was familiar with the name Rejani Raveendran, a mother who ran on a platform largely based on defunding police, and then Charles Bauman. The mom got 739 votes county-wide, with Bauman at 706, but it was a little different at the 14-precinct town level. She received 72 votes to Bauman’s 47, and for early voting it was a closer margin, 17-13 in favor of Bauman, with Hovde chiming in with 563 and 82, in the town voting categories. In general terms, each opposition candidate got about 10 percent of the vote in the various stats breakdowns, although Raveendran’s in-person town total was more impressive.

Another race of high local interest found Rob Kreibich, a leader of the Chamber of Commerce in New Richmond, raking in 2412 county votes to the higher tally of 2465 for Brady Penfield, for the representative for Assembly District 28, on the Republican side. (There was no voting for this office in the township.)

Lastly among those races contested, 3872 county residents picked Kyle Kilbourn and 3195 did Elisa Rae Duranceau, who in an odd quirk only I would point out came in with a dual name-recognition advantage — much like being a celeb — of being the only candidate using a third, could-be middle name, and having the likeness in name of popular rock band Duran Duran, a fave group of one of my drivers. In the town, the winning margin was far greater at 287-213, but the pace was narrowed to 122-96 in early voting there, for Democratic representative to District 7 in Congress.

But the two referendum questions were the one showing the largest local distinctions. The first, to prohibit the state of Wisconsin from delegation of appropriation of power, whatever that means, was turned down at the county level 8502 to 8364, but it won in the town 716 to 629, although in the early voting it was defeated in the town by the large margin of 259-98, for an overall deficit of 888 to 814 there.

The second question, to require the state of Wisconsin to allocate federal monies, also lost in the county 8523 to 8387. So for the two queries, the voting was along straight lines, as in the town it was OK’d too, by a wider gap, 722-626, with the early tally being much different at a 265-92 loss. All this found only a small handful of residents changing their votes from one to the next, although there were a couple-dozen more people voting on the second question.

The turnout was said to be good by varying degrees by clerks, although they were able to tear down the voting booth apparatus, and compile their total results earlier than usual, by about a half-hour. One worker at the town level, in relaying to me the summary of results, which were broken down into two subtotals of the voting types, in-person or early, had trouble finding one race listed on the sheets and quickly concluded that it was not applicable for the town voting. Because of the consistency of the voter preferences, almost like voting along party lines, election workers often could just place the per-voter sheets in front of them in one stack or the next.

A total of 8459 voters cast ballots for the Hovde-led race, outpacing the other hopefuls. By comparison, the 2022 partisan election drew about 5300 voters for Democratic races in the county, and about 8000 for the Republicans. In the following main general election in November 2022, about 44,000 county residents cast ballots when taking into consideration the two parties.

Now we get past the junk only interesting to political data junkies, and slide in some sarcasm. There was enough leverage by parties beyond the red and the blue to get on the ballot. There were the Libertarians, not like Lago but it comes to mind when writing, and with the initials on the side of the ballot that indicated them, it looked like we were headed into the territory of every short four-letter-word for name but Woke, but not Maga and definitely not Mar-a. There also was the presence of the Constitution and Wisconsin Green parties, to invoke longer spelled and more complete names.

An election worker who knew me asked if I also knew just who had been for an hour sitting in a car across the lot, kinda a lemon not a limo. I said oh, that’s my driver. (Is it now that I am important enough, and get paid enough for these gigs, to play my Trump card or car and have my own driver?) As it was, the driver of this humble not Hummer car told me that he’d always had a question for a law enforcement officer, but was never in the right place or time to ask. But now it had come, at the county fair not in St. Croix, but Pierce in Ellsworth, as there was a new sheriff in town, literally, via recent elections. Emboldened by the fact that he’d known the previous one, he blundered forward: Why is it that Corvettes never have front license plates? Outta the other end of the county?

Hmm, let me think about that, came the answer. I’ll keep an eye out.

The driver added that he might be needing another seat for another passenger, as the lot was emptying and a frantic woman came up to him about 8:10 p.m. and asked, like he had as much authority as the prior person cited, if she could still vote.

We need more people like her, as shown by the addition that had gotten through to place those two referendum questions. Somebody managed to sorta sneak them in, when few were looking. To me it seems like some pork barreling pols politicizing the polls.

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MTV and Country Fest. Bon Iver and Immigrant Song. These were among the themes and thematic music at Eau Claire for Kamala, filling a cold diversity gap on a hot day, which the GOP has joyfully reaped. This presidential rally, right after VP picking, would counter the hate.

Monday, August 12th, 2024

We were able to pull into the big rally for Kamala Harris in our small car with relative ease, getting there through back country roads almost three hours in advance, and getting through the gate was also easy.
We were directed to slot ourselves into a small space between two full lines of vehicles about thirty yards apart, with the help of a young guy wearing an old MTV T-shirt from back in the ’80s. Clinton or Carter as a key choice, I asked him, to a chuckle.
But there was the serious matter of that just a day or two earlier, Harris had tabbed as her running mate Gov. Tim Walz of neighboring Minnesota, making Eau Claire as a rally choice an easy one, but no Border Battle here, an hour’s journey after crossing the St. Croix River.
My wife had said, when Biden faltered, that perhaps the roles should be switched and Harris be the next president, with Biden as her VP. She wrote to her with the suggestion, much as she had done to State Senator Tammy Baldwin with the tip that over near Hudson, there are only Twin Cities TV and radio stations, so put your ads there.
The next day, an invitation to the rally followed.

— The British Invasion was back — nothing to do with the prime minister getting re-elected — but this time it did involve Bobbies. That primo Euro auto show hit Walnut Street and beyond and filled it and the overflow as such, extended until the next night, a Sunday. That’s when My Favorite Bouncer at Dick’s Bar and Grill said, “this was a day. A day. I’m glad it’s over.” Earlier, the cops had to show, been all was resolved in fine and stout British manner without incident. (My accent of that type was called the worst ever, right before closing, although I joked that at one time I had been one of the Bobbies, like anyone would want that one these days.) At that time, going out, the cars were said to have been up and down, on the opposite side of the street then usual, of course. And then there was talk of going right down the middle … —

— This weekend we enter into sparsely charted earlier territory, again, with the bands we pump, and the last time I said that, for Bigly and such at Booster Days, they turned out to actually be pretty solid although mainly straightforward and nothing fancy. But this weekend at a new and with expanded activities Pepper Fest in North Hudson, the newer blood is on Friday night with Ember (the name to me sounds a bit like, and has the German flavor of, Rammstein.) Then at the Tarnation Tavern in River Falls, on that same Friday night it’s Flannel Brothers (it is my birthday weekend and believe me, I go back further than grunge which is what the name evokes) and on Saturday night Ghosts of the Mississippi (I hope at my advanced age I don’t become a ghost before the act hits the stage.) —

We got to our seats early, also, as musical guest Bon Iver’s crew was setting up right in front of us, and their sound checks were checking in. This venue was by rally attendees said to be the site of the killer concert that is Country Fest, with a big “district” building in back, and all the usual extra big lighting and sound booth buildings about a great big Walz football field’s length to the back. There must have been a vacancy on this day, with no band other than Bon Iver slated for the venue. As it was, the Ides of Iver were available on a day’s notice, and they apparently had a place to go to that evening, as the roadies were tearing down even before there would have been a main encore. During set-up, there was a woman doing her thing in killer shades and the proverbial headphones popular back in the day when Bon Iver first made their mark.
There was a gap in time before the heavy hitter speakers came on for the next past of the rally, but the bass kept thumping. The lightweight ones had been on before the mini-concert, several of them. There had also been a miniwave, with people standing and raising arms in the air, but those arms came down once there was a gap in the bleachers and the wave hit its metaphorical shore.
The many Secret Service, this day’s Men In Black, were walking about in their sunglasses in the bright sunshine, but some of them wore — gasp! — ties that were red in color. Blue shirts though, more fitting.
An eagle flew overhead, no turkeys or turkey vultures, drawing gasps and cheers from the crowd. Soon also flew over the first of many helicopters — was it Kamala? The loudspeaker bore the message, twice, “The party (or program) will continue shortly.” The heat was coming on and crews were out and about, especially up front, handing out bottled water aplenty — they must have had a special volume deal with Sam’s Club — and even some energy drinks so to stick with the speeches. There were a handful of people who passed out in the crowd, after hours, and needed medical treatment, and Walz stopped his speech in respect as they attended to one of them. No sweat. Think the Republicans would do that?
Sign language soon got going, with two different women making the signals. The next, totality texting said to Text To Win 30330, which is threes rather than the twos of 2024. There was 24007, to Tammy Baldwin. But all of us were told to get on our social media and send messages as they spoke to make amends for the political misdeeds of many, but wouldn’t you know it, there was scant little reception in our broad area. Such was shouted by a couple of people in back of me. “But we all know why we’re here,” a speaker said, reinforced by others.
Walz soon came on, at mic stand, and said it must have been good to have a speaker who could actually pronounce the name Eau Claire, unlike those monosyllable if they can manage even that speaking Republicans. He noted that some of his family members are Badgers and it is good that despite all the teasing back and forth they are Gophers can get along, unlike the hatred of their foes. “That’s right,” reinforced an attendee. Walz, as a head coach, won a state high school football title, over in his state in an effort to emulate The Packers, or the teams from his Nebraska roots. But there would be no Minnesota Rouser on this day. Also, this was not a time to relive the past, but to learn from it.
Harris was next up, espousing similar themes in a 20 minute-talk.
A state secretary of state, before Walz, said that the hour had been struck for Midwestern Nice to transfer to Midwestern Vice.But there were a few cuss words tossed in here and there by the speakers, as these dire times call for gravity. “Hell Yeah,” like the band, our day is here. A sample of background tunes that were played included The Immigrant Song, by Led Zeppelin.
The initial speaker, a dark-skinned person from the area, was a transgender father of “two amazing brown girls” who showed that diversity can exist here in the midst of, with heart, the often conservative farm country. And his two girls had been in need of special assistance in their classwork, something Republicans want to cut as far as budget, and to top it off, two of his family members as well were teachers, like Walz.
Rousing it up was a woman in a pink cat lady hat and a shirt that played on the theme, saying Democratic catwomen are the life of the party. Also themed, going back to its origins of four years ago with her, was the idea that the Republicans “can’t grab my pussy.”On the way out from the rally, three women were praising the cops for not so much their service but their looks. They were hot on a hot day, pulling loads of cased gear out of two vehicle trunks. I felt I just had to ask, but did not, are you referring to the Secret Service guy or the Eau Claire policeman? And could they get the steel fence opened to let people out to walk through an open field, which appeared to be an aim? Hey, I joked, are they looking for a bolt cutter
Back at the car, next to its parked place, two members of a couple climbed aboard their bicycles. They told passerby after passerby that they lived only a short distance away, but after a car ride wasn’t getting them much closer, they went back home and got their bikes. “At least you don’t have unicycles,” I told them, and gained a laugh in these trying times.

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With school coming, youth is served, straight up and sure to stir your ears and palette, with music this weekend that’s accompanied by olive-oriented food; and shortly after the gig for Kamala Harris, there on Friday night are also Bon Iver vibes, (Elly Rowan, a student musician, plays too), in local shows.

Friday, August 9th, 2024

The ilk of Bon Iver is hard to find in influence or in person, but can be seen locally on stage on Saturday, after the man of consistently high-register vocals and his band themselves played five songs for highest office hopeful Harris two days earlier, and there were even more speakers than musical numbers.
(More coverage of that rally follows in a post soon, as HudsonWiNightlife was in the second row in front of Bon Iver over in Eau Claire.)
This gig and another act, over at The Phipps Center for the Arts, caught the ear of a volunteer worker. So go register. Vote for music.
Hey also in this roundup, school whether it be for music or general studies, starts up soon. Youth is served on Friday evening, as Urban Olive and Vine in downtown Hudson serves up its trademark food while you listen to high school student Elly Rowan emulate like minded we assume Cyndy Lauper. the Beatles, Coldplay and more. Though young, she is a longtime student of fellow frequent Olive-ites Andy and Kathryn Karg at 2gether Productions, and Elly enjoys gigging all over the east metro area. Catch her before she’s back at school, still playing but with her basketball courts competing for stage time. Urban Olive and Vine often brings in such student talent.
Then on Saturday night at Juniors Tap House in River Falls, is houseboats, namely Matthew Mitchell, a native there, who is sonically between Bon Iver, (which is fresh off playing the Kamala Harris rally in Eau Claire where he is a native, and even my non-musical mom in Milwaukee had been gaga gigging from afar), The Cure (I love singing Love Song), and Bruce Springsteen (a very different version than what you’ll get from the very hard-picking of local country stalwart Tim Sigler.) How so? Matthew’s biggest influences are the very intimate songwriting and understated, stripped-down style of artists like Joni Mitchell (no relation) and Nick Drake. With thoughtful and relatable original songs.
Earlier on Friday, at the Phipps Center for the Arts, is not necessarily Motown but the down-south and downhome musical stylings of a man named Mo, according to a Thursday vol at the Dem headquarters across the block, who said she might take in the show because it’s said to be even better than most typical such fare.
And then there is the more original than yet another Friday fish fry. For Aug. 22, you can reserve a space for Hudson Tap and it’s hosting with Brickhouse Pizza of a five-course meal that assures more than a dozen total toppings along with drink pairings, and earlier for Aug. 15, a bourbon and cigars event at Bennett’s Chop and Railhouse that brings the best brands of heaven and hell for your indulgence.
You can follow up this rotating Friday fare with a Saturday evening, truck and tractor pull event at the Hammond Heartland Days, following up with much more torque and horsepower on a much more stripped-down tractor tour at the St. Croix County Fair three weekends earlier, across county highways and dirt roads.

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It doesn’t get much more country than Maiden Dixie, a rural chick and three instrumentalists, and the four players in the Nathan Hansen Band. They raise the country in its midst at Hammond’s Heartland Days this weekend.

Tuesday, August 6th, 2024

Hammond Heartland Days brings the best of country music in the region to their festival this weekend, triumphing over the scores of rank and file bar bands.
Maiden Dixie begins the musical mastery on Friday night, Aug. 8, and then Nathan Hansen caps it off on Saturday night.
It winds down when they bring country tunes for the second straight night. You can tell a band by their videos. The Nathan Hansen promos feature slickly made videos with close cropped editing, especially of the crowd shots. And the numbers out there cheering are large. The audio plays lots of instrumental breaks of whirring guitars, and well-placed drum fills, backing up vocals that have just the right amount of twang and groove.
The night before it’s Maiden Dixie. The band has more than 100 songs on its set list, and their multiple cover song renditions by bands number 18, and at least five bands chime in at three or more. They also have several originals, and a couple from AC/DC.
You can even message ahead and request a song. One couple went to see a number of bands during their wedding planning process and Maiden Dixie was an easy choice. The duo ended up taking them in three times, and listened to detailed responses to their many questions — at the height of their busy season. The request list was lengthy, and a few surprise numbers even were added.
A bar owner or two copied on being able to meet those requests.
Maiden Dixie is said to be able to accommodate any venue with its diverse set list, which is very helpful at Heartland Days.
That goes double for both a listener during Hudson’s Booster Days, who was working the Drink Ticket booth, and from another band in the stage behind.
Lastly about song selection, a man not a frequent country music listener said he knew the majority of the tunes — even though he usually doesn’t stay out late anymore.
Prior to the country acts, the dance floor under the pavilion is ruled by those spinning records. Friday from 5-8 p.m., go gig to Dr. Groove. Then all day on Saturday, noon to 8 p.m., its the Kar Jackers as the deejay.

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They coulda written a rap song about this! Or gone back to singing more blues. The Noyz was started up yet again by The Man Who Has No Name, or many. Alert Rage Against The Machine. We now apparently have one more killer cat-lady. But not dragging around any kittens. For better choices in wordings, at local events, see the end of this post.

Friday, August 2nd, 2024

Pull yourself off the stage, please! Grab that leash for his neck, or is it a noose, and be such a shepherd, before he doth pluck away with his tongue again. And they thought they had the In-Advance Vance Advantage.
But they’d done it again, and didn’t even wait for Trump to get to the speaker at a convention of Black journalists, and do his take on Archie Bunker, and the mind reels of him sparing with Tyler Perry’s mom character and two of her sisters. (Actually, they were three leading female black journalists).
Vance as his VP pick had just parlayed a shared vice: Putting his foot in it, about motherhood or lacking it, and then having his mates shoot his tootsies again by claiming The Left got it wrong, about feeling any bitterness. And the group from The Right have since doubled, tripled and quadrupled down on their gaffes.
Wait, isn’t having a bunch of children, if a “Welfare Queen,” what the Republicans used to be all about rallying against. Which is it? And now on stage with a bunch of convention reporters, so more mics on, for the likes of …
“Ya’ll best know what that thar community you be, in the ‘hood.” OK and yes, I seriously doubt that most Black people, or even rednecks, really talk like that. But we’re right now in Archie Bunker Land Speak and see my end to this post, as its setting cities are much similar to the above. After all, this post is about massively over-generalizing.
What do we call he who (first) sayeth?

— Prewarning of a blantant preview to the popular local BBQ restauranteer I’ll call Mr. J. What’s in a name? Who has on the sidewall of his semi-size food and transport truck, out there at area fests, an image, I’m sure and again lifesize, of a striking lady I know also in the biz who I’ll call Ms. S. They are portrayed standing side-by-side an also smokin’ grill. But only she, with a history as a fitness instructor and show competitor, is shown in a quite short red skirt. So hey, I got reacquainted by trucking. Hate to say it Jethro, but though burly, I doubt people are looking at you. And then up the way, the distance that could be moved by a flaming and flashing flare, the also local Demon Rum truck carried on to pick up more people. Theme here? And not flickering. —

He who slammed our current vice president coulda been a Justice, or a Jethro or Jed, but we’ll just call him JD, or is it J.D. as he has been known as a man of so many names, deserving of few? Or DC, or JV, or touches of JC? No, necessarily not that one. So this take from JW.
Maybe such a catwoman, so dressed all in leather, would better be that lady legislator from Arizona so famous for her bright kitty yellow catsuit, or oh, it’s actually a dress. So just what do her ilk want in a woman? The old madonna/whore thing? (Maybe Stormy Daniels?) Someone who will serve, a very partly presidential function, of orally servicing the Royal Penis, as in the Eddie Murphy vehicle Coming to America, then just be silent. Or silenced.
Why bring in more name-calling? Aside from the fact that it fits, and that they started it, there’s this: The conservatives fall flat when they overgeneralize.
We are of course talking about the remark made by Mr. Vance, basically that child-less cat ladies have taken over, connecting it to the idea that they are bitter over, basically, not having the aftermath that comes following nine months of dragging around being bloated.
OK, there is a wonderful side to the experience, at least for many. And I am sure that there are women — mostly conservatives — who feel like they have majorly missed out for not having it. But overall, it’s not too many. And some are indeed bitter, I’m sure, but only a number that makes the fraction of that pie get sliced even slimmer. It’s not nearly everyone.
But some will make you think it is, for political gain. Or maybe because they are truly that dimwitted.
First, his wording is all about those miserable few women just taking over. But what? Culture? Business? Politics? The Arts? The only conceivable one where anyone should care is the second named, only one of the four, and only if she’s your boss. Career is all-in-all for some, but not all. There is the idea of having a ball buster deeply desiring to be on the rise, and kids just getting in the way. So that is something deeply un-Republican, a (married) woman not wanting to have children. (So back to my start.)

And this is not all fun and games. It can cut deep. Like for those you cannot have children. And might see going in vitro vanquished.
My own story. And that of my wife. We are among those where having kids was just not in the cards, and I could not bear her any children, for a variety of physical reasons, deeply steeped in neurology for both of us, financial constraints and being simply too strained healthwise to care for children. Adoption wouldn’t work either. But I supported her career, which she loves, and it did allow her to work with children and find that an outlet, so there is the option of being a teacher or other educator, or nurse, or doctor, or child care worker, so many have found that a useful tool for nurturing. And not being bitter.
If Ms. Harris is bitter about anything, it must be Mr. Vance. And for Mr. Trump, who has seemed to be saying he will not debate her, she’d make mincemeat out of either one. This would not be like debating Biden, who with his reactions to absurd comments isn’t as quick on the draw as he once was.
All this rhetoric — and yes, I know I am adding to it, but fight fire with fire — makes it little wonder that down in rallies, there are shootings. But relatively little noise was heard in the mainstream about the fact that in Milwaukee, just outside the perimeter of the RNC, a man wielding two knives was shot and killed by police officers visiting to provide security. A local advocate made the interesting comment that it would be helpful for such officers to be among those regularly on patrol in the immediate area, and knowing the walk and the talk of those streets.
And the RNC was held in Milwaukee, small by comparison to most metro areas, so it simply doesn’t have that kind of officer capacity. There exists a need to bring in others. But seriously, from Ohio, in the conservative rust Rust Belt, like some of the shooting police? And the land of Vance. So at least give them a hefty dose of training about the Badger State.
But that, and funding security in the first place, would cost money, and Milwaukee just doesn’t have the tax base. So how’s this for an idea: Don’t put your hat in the ring to host such conventions at all? Yes, you’d lose the tourism revenue. But some of those businesses are run by Black folk, and those pounding their fists on the big stages don’t exactly support the cause.
Even the airport apparently could be considered too small, as some of the cops got stuck there when flights were severely delayed. I hope there were no rallies to prompt fights back home. And indeed, Our State does not have a second, viable backup option.

On a lighter note on the topic of enforcement, this time moreso enforcing good vibes. The Hudson Police are celebrating and entertaining and educating during the community night out observance on Tuesday, Aug. 6. One catch, in the way their announcement is worded. It reads, in the biggest and boldest of its letters: Join the Hudson Police Department. Not to become a junior officer, though, just an invitation to their annual good-will event at Lakefront Park, filled with family fun, demonstrations, grub and light music by veteran guitar picker Alex Zachary.
Another such announcement, tacked to a local bulletin board, is much more wordy and up-front in recruitment pitch. It says simply, that Uncle Sam Wants You, since you could be an officer too, and lists with numerous pull-out bullet points and more than 200 descriptive words the advantages of signing up, even if as a reservist.

Posted in The Headliner | Comments Off on They coulda written a rap song about this! Or gone back to singing more blues. The Noyz was started up yet again by The Man Who Has No Name, or many. Alert Rage Against The Machine. We now apparently have one more killer cat-lady. But not dragging around any kittens. For better choices in wordings, at local events, see the end of this post.