So just wait another 15 minutes. If you are quite desperate, and are late for another appointment you just have to go to, and want last-minute local advice on something political, here is a primer of sorts. Does the party you are going to for a real good time open promptly? Sooner than a liquor store, or even some bars? Thus asks The System. So face the music, as I fact checked one in particular …

So We All are what, less than 30 and ticking days away from the latest presidential election, and Hudson-based partisan shops are, what, trying to make a big last (do you believe it?) pledge to the faithful, and their hours open and active are again, what?

And lock in those undecided voters by laboring into the night … or morning? It turns out that afternoon is their main last bet. And yours too.
And that said, just what about letting your office hours be open well before a typical Wisconsin bar flips the sign on their door?

— Trump signs of triumphant size continue to Trump each other, as you venture out of one of his mainstay areas in Hudson and head on down the highway into the hinterlands of western Wisconsin. First the one on a semi-trailer side then another, bearing flags atop that initially numbered four, and closer to Roberts there was one for Kamala Harris upping the quota to a pick six. And back in the downtown, a homebuilder known for use of hickory added to the big Trump signs in both his right and left windows with, what, two smaller tyrant tokens as the windows folded into the front door. —


What if it is 10:55 a.m. and you are just dying, and it is down to that at times with abortion stances, to know where a candidate is standing on an issue? Can you get a listening ear or ears in your, this moment, time of crisis? Read on below if you think so.
Or go have a beer? You might get served faster. Forget a cob of corn, as you’ll get them sooner at a fall fest or feed.
“Going to the party, have a real good time,” thus sings the politically-tinged band System of a Down, which has drawn well over a billion — that’s the B word — online views for some of their videos. Those are Trump-like numbers.
So if you’re a pregnant woman in any one of those telltale nine or more months, what do they tell you …
It’s nearing 11 a.m. in mid-summer in the south-end-of-downtown, former strip mall, and where can you go for local office help if you are a Republican-leaning voter? The liquor store next-door has been promptly open for two hours. And you’ve been told by the powers that be, that to go have a beer is not an option for your stomach queasiness, even if from hormones, as they just may be watching you …
And the just-to-the-right GOP office has shut doors until that time. They that are claiming to be the bearers of all that be. And the very party that says, essentially, that workers be damned, and I know from experience that their ilk will transfer that to employees two minutes late for work because a child is sick. What if your volunteer hack is two minutes late to show??
You can get a brew of all types two hours ahead of political advice of this sort. I find this totally ironic, coming from the most arrogant party of all.

Back over with the Dems

Granted, it is the same kind of hours at the party situated across the way on Second Street, although their leader is not claiming to be basically god on Earth. So maybe they are just following suit. (And OK, they still do not open until an hour later than their opposition. And they close on most days at 5 p.m. rather than 7, as God works closer to overtime hours.) The Democratic party’s hours have them shut down, almost like the government, on Sundays and Mondays, but that bit of creative and critical thinking means they are always available the day after debates and elections.

Unlike the Republicans, open all year in this, one of its stronghold communities, the Dems office in Hudson was hard to find early in the election season, but did leave a sign to be seen around the time summer arrived, saying there would be an office “open soon.” Come late summer, it was there near a main intersection not far from both the old St. Croix County courthouse and its decades-old replacement.

In an evening occurring about two weeks before the recent vice-presidential debate, it was dinnertime and a volunteer was first then putting a placard away from outside its front door, shared with a barber shop, which may or may not have a much longer wait.

As far as being “open,” a glaring sign on the GOP office was flashing that during even off hours early in summer. That might as well have been the case during the early February holding of the Hudson Hot Air Affair. (More on that in a bit.)

But back to the GOP.

(And a disclaimer: They as of the last debate, apparently, having ended, now moved their time of opening up to 10 a.m.) Allegedly, if on time.

I fact-checked them, the Grand Old Party. I showed up in front of their office at 9:45 p.m. No one there. Yes, it was 15 minutes before opening, but then in a few ticks three women with relatively dark skin ventured by, younger to near-middle-age, for a while looking at the signs and pointed to them, then gazing at their phones. Are they independent voters?

I watched and then lingered myself, and eventually approached the window and them. “This is the party that claims to be all things to everyone and save the world, (at least their own ilk), and they are not being prompt.” So I asked one about this. Eternity requires timeliness, as you never know when the master, (or Trump), will arrive. “Yeah,” she noted, then seconded herself.

Then a version of that conversation repeated, as time elapsed. And a man then wandered by and said, hey you look like Biden? Ah, no way, the oldest woman said. To which I replied, hey who can not believe you are a decidedly white-haired and slightly balding man who is in his 80s. Laughter came back my way.

So now it is more than ten minutes past the hour. Maybe I could get a tattoo of a Trumpster inked or pierced on my brain, while I wait, at the shop that is at bookends with the liquor store. But not wanting to get fully sleeved, I went over to the store where you don’t have to be totally sober to be served. Their sign said 12 minutes, (coming toward Midnight), after the thusly appointed hour. After a quick purchase, I wandered away, like a wayward voter, then saw that the women were still waiting.

My mind reflected back to when I walked the street, gathering info and also shopping, during early February around the time of the first election of the year and during the Hudson Hot Air Affair, when various diverse groups were also walking along the way and both promoting their causes and the ballooning event itself. A small gaggle of Trump-lovers were seen along the main drag just over a block away from their office hawking their stuff, complete with baubles and of course signs.

A bit later, I wandered, again, past their office while carrying my just-purchased NA beer, and a vol ventured by and asked me if I wanted to volunteer myself. If you look at this post, you would think not. But maybe it was the fact that it was NA, not Mad Dog, that made him think I was a mark, as this is the party without vices??

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