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Ring the haringbalzematas, wriggle the whozitmatals, blare the Trump trumpets, as another war is finally on, with Dr. Suess and Kid Rock and RFK Jr. collaborating to entertain the troops with trademark nonsense phrasings. Such lyrics likely permeated the blasts with various instruments of liberal metal music of protest under an ICE awning at a local motel. Literally No Sleep Till Brooklyn (Park), as this song was appropriately played.

It finally happened, amidst the hoopla. Enough foreplay. War is hell enough, without her getting her expectations up. Going in without […]

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It’s just about any genre for about two hours, the length of a Twin Cities concert or more, but this is over the other direction in Roberts for Monday evening open mic. They fill the big, main room, at Bobtown, with plenty of instruments, say Billy Bob and beyond, in the house band to choose from for backup. So bringing guitar optional.

While most open mic nights these days have to hope and pray, with their gospel brothers and sisters, they’ll get enough

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This is a story of faithfulness, quadrupled, if that is your thing. A group of four of us bonded, to the point of planning frequent movie nights, and even doing in a single take our own duet recording of Hotel California, just for fun. And making plans to go to such a concert, too, with our newfound two-string master. Not to sound preachy, but this mini-ministry to each other spread robustly to others in the building where we reside, and helping all of us love life.

The gang of four, as in bandmates, among us. At first take, a call out to your neighbors for compassion

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Mick Jagger’s edge extends into the Epstein files. As one would expect, with his profound but racy lyrics as a precursor. Jagger addressed his critics ahead of the game, by saying take it or leave it, this is what it is and — reluctantly — who I am. Sax player Clinton and others are guilty, or not, of the same swarmy but non-criminal predilections — so not excluded — but Lolitans included.

As we see the parade of faces, some redacted or made into black boxes or blurred, throughout the Epstein files,

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Faithful to the Green and Gold, or Purple and Gold, this tug or war forces 100s to don winter gloves, and a parka, Packers or otherwise, is recommended if your’s is the waist to wrap the rope around. Your neck will just not do, even for vanquished Vikings. Pack-friendly Hudson does its like-Lambeau, now non-Lift Bridge frozen take, on a structure over the lake.

This tug of war, like the Vikes on fourth and goal vs. the Pack, but with third string quarterbacks, puts

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Rock all around (this weekend’s) clock, returning to Old School, around the time it all started, with both AC/DC and the Hudson Hot Air Affair and what you are about to receive … if counted and saluted as standing up as a Jedi, and otherwise as a Sky Walker. They will give you everything you need, if you tie it all together through that decades’ old classic song, now rediscovered, via the flame of a balloon burner and its rising. — And now the Super Bowl’s back, after a siesta.

For those about to (yet again) rock, we salute you … Fire. For the Sky Walkers, they Return To Rock

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Listen to The Boss and his base, as critics try to squeeze more blood out of he and Lemon. My metro area is ground zero for being gunned down by the gung-ho, new ’round gangstas. For much more of that messaging, see Tom Morello of Rage Against the Machine again join in, to show what the cops should not get away with doing, in our name.

Our country has not been this divided since, possibly, the slavery issue, and forget Watergate for fully bothering your conscience.

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Have enough ICE put in your morning coffee? It’s Sad But True, as far as the multitude of broken promises we’ve seen. But Hudson protests every Monday evening have had a ground-swell much like Metallica-like thunderstorms, even in this winter season of abyss and cold weather. Will you too, Ride The Lightning against the War Pigs, on the day following The Sabbath?

Here’s more ICE water for your veins … As the protestors are getting more and more likely to take an icicle

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