Western Wisconsin ceases to be Never Neverland, as the very late-night political ads that are all over — especially for ill-funded a.m. candidates — stream across the TV airwaves over the St. Croix

Lets get political, political, lets get political, and after all political … to paraphrase the pop song:
— A friend of mine has taken credit for various political ad promptings that got the Wisconsin word out in the western parts. She wrote to Tammy Baldwin and suggested running TV ads in the Twin Cities metro area, which after all has a reach much of the way to Eau Claire. Baldwin did so, followed by a couple of other Wisconsin Democratic candidates. This was followed by TV spots from the state Republicans, including the King of the Right Wing, the governor Scott Walker himself.
— And then there is another friend of mine, who I saw out and about for the first time in months recently, as she is now doing for the most part the family thing, rather then hitting the bar as before. She in turn is friends with Walker and promotes his causes. Even myself, a moderate liberal, has the idea that her political political stance makes sense, for her, since she served in the military in overseas wars and ran a small business with her ex-husband.
— And it has to be perfect timing, considering its the election season, for me trying Arrogant Bastard ale. Good, but a bit bitter. is fitting for the election-based time of year it is
— A local Chinese food offering to cleanse your pallet after a night of drinking fine wine — OK that liquid choice here in Wisconsin is unlikely compared to beer — is the dim sum Chinese variety, which just might describe collectively those many recently departed cabinet members under the thumb of The Donald.

— I see this as one of the best ways to get out the vote. Members can go to Green Mill wearing their “I voted” sticker and get $5 for their bill.

— Lastly, yes I did vote, and ended up in the line of Oz, or that is last names starting with O-to-Z. Seems that would be a vote for Ozzy, and championing some of the political opinions in some of his songs.

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