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Who needs BMWs (Best Motorcades to Watch) or presidential rides on the campaign trail — we have bar-scene limos ready and waiting for you to Ride Like The Wind

I have seen this on the license plate of two motorcades, or as close as North Hudson, unlike its counterparts just to the south, can be as they bring partiers here like never before: A trio of numbers 495, which equates to slammin’ a $4.95 margarita at the defunct president’s club — not the cheap kind you get from HudsonWiNightlife — which foretells the deeds of The Donald (does he still merit a model word-or-two name?) and how he’s said to tip at that club. This after the much-of-the-weekend-when-you’re-supposed-to-be-on-the-job golf outings — all or more likely nothing. (Are you reading Dave Pirner, based on your lack of tip when getting Pudge’s off-sale, yes it happened, around the time when you were at the top with a hit record — whatever happened to you? — and the time the Clintons hosted you at THEIR White House?) But the last three digits of that plate are ZTD, which isn’t in my range, but I know not why, would seem to indicate the kind of sports car Trump would drive. What would you expect from a bankruptcy queen at the executive level? Get some exercise because you’ll need it for counting chads, and you can’t tally them twice if their edge is nicked! Voting twice? Only if you are as fat and counservative as former President Taft.
Riots in D.C. You have to wonder why it took this long. Some Trump supporters gathered near the White House under the name of Low IQ Individuals. Trump appeared at the window and said, “hey, I feel your pain.” As does the drummer for System Of A Down, a critically acclaimed metal act for its social justice lyrics, so I guess their can be a rebel whenever. What does your band leader, who is a staunch progressive just like his Hudson friend Taeja, feel about this? Maybe feeling like marketplace of ideas will win over, like rednecks know what the hell that is. They may even gloat about being anti-intellectual, and their may be some cause for that. Reference the unworkable ideals of Bernie Sanders. (And on a more serious level, what about the passing of “”Bernie” locally, whose name was weighed in on with RIP via the Village Inn in North Hudson for several days running, and across the way at Kozy Korner as simply Bernie, as a one-word model moniker).
And now that North Dakota has issued a firm no-mask-anywhere, anytime edict, one must again invoke song. Phil Collins had a hit record with No Jacket Required, no mention of masks in that earlier day, and then there was the Red Hot Chili Peppers: “Never made it up to Minnesota, North Dakota man is gunning for the border.”
This just in: On Lake Mill Acks, did I spell that right old Bill The Cat, there will now be a limit of one walleye, so just make sure it was the one that filled the boat completely even if walking on water is needed, (reference the New Testament and Apostle Peter). Maybe, reorder the way the catch are obtained, as banks do with overdraft transactions.
For more inconsequential data on the virus, subscribe to MedPage specialties and its bally-whooed precise categories — chances to die via strumdoliosis of the left hand, third knuckle in, on the 13th day of October on Friday under a Full Moon — For Which They Stay And Wait, All Will Be Revealed. Oh but wait a minute, we just had a full moon on a day that is right beside Halloween, so call that 800 number! Then get back to my people when there is nothing left of humanity but two zombies left at the bar, but wait that would mean that my people are dead, too?

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