Saturday Song Share: Morocco - Moon Taxi

Catchy little tune for this week...

Richard Painter - Worst Political Ad of the Season

Up here in Minnesota, we love our quirky politics.  We'll elect a wrestler as a Governor, a comic as a Senator, and on and on.  Therefore, in this environment, this passed as a good political ad:



This clown is running for the US Senate!  And that's the best they could do?  They need to take a page from the book from this guy:

"We Have a Great Chance To Inflict One On Him (a Political Price)"

"Journalist" John Heilemann lets the mask slip, and shows just exactly what we all already knew - the media = the Democratic party:



Not only that but Heilemann's rant generates a full swoon by his on-air partner.

Journalism in 2018.

How Much We Hate Each Other - #2

The world is officially going insane.  The rhetoric is getting way too heated, and the cold war between liberal and conservative is quickly turning hot; pushed by Social Justice Warriors that feel compelled to punish those with whom they disagree politically.

Consider, in the just the past week alone:

• Kevin McHale was outed as attending a Trump rally in Duluth, Minnesota.  Immediately calls went out for him to lose any employment he had with the NBA and with ESPN.  His career needs to be ruined.
• Kirstjen Nielsen, the Secretary of Homeland Security, was run out of a restaurant by a group protesting her mere presence.  The protests have continued to her home, which has been surrounded by protesters chanting and playing audio of crying kids.
• Press Secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders was having dinner with her family at a Virginia restaurant, but the owner, unable to tolerate a political perspective that was any different, demanded that Sanders leave her restaurant.
• An ICE agent was accused of having a racist tattoo.  Twitter erupted, but it turns out it wasn't a racist tattoo at all.  It also turns out he's a veteran and double-amputee. 
• The Attorney General of Florida was screamed at as she was leaving a movie theater.

This was all last week.

So when does this all end?  Not anytime soon, especially when Maxine Waters is stirring up a crowd to do more of it:



Interesting that a black woman would be screaming about people and saying "you're not welcome!"  

History may not totally repeat itself, but it does indeed rhyme.  In the meantime, look for more and more businesses to be forced to take a side.  No, we can't have dinner with each other anymore.

That's how much we hate each other.

Evaluating the Trade

Just shy of a year and a half ago, we were faced with a big decision:  Do we continue to live the lives we were leading, or do we take a chance on a better life?  I'd be giving up a lot - a top leadership position in a large company and all the good things that went with it, a lot more pay than I'm making now, a really nice house on a golf course, a great team, and other things that made our lives pretty comfortable.

Not only that, but we'd be moving to small town, making a hell of a lot less, I'd be off the grid for future gigs, and career risk was abound.  That being said, our opportunity got us back to Minnesota, and I was truly at the end of my rope at my old gig.  I was putting in huge hours, felt terrible, looked worse, and started getting depressed every Sunday starting at about 3:00.  

Every Sunday.

We jumped.  While it's not been completely easy, we had no idea how good our lives could be.  People here are WONDERFUL. They're happy, engaged, and truly care about you.  The town, while small, feels a hell of a lot bigger than Green Bay, and I'm not exaggerating.  My dog goes with me to work, where I have nothing but good people and basically no dysfunction.   I'm able to do really cool things at work and am definitely leaving my mark.  I leave that gig at a little after 5 every day, and if the weather is nice, we hop on the boat.  On Sunday nights I look forward to the morning and starting the week all over again.

I'm wildly happy.  I had no idea I could ever be this happy.  No, it's not perfect, but damn it is close.

I have been through a lot in my career.  I'd like to think that all of this is payback for those dues that I paid.  

So how was the trade now that things have baked in a little?  This is like the Hershel Walker deal, and we're the Cowboys.  It's that good.

I've been truly blessed.

Saturday Song Share: Judas Priest - Breaking the Law

100% fine metal classic:

How Much We Hate Each Other - #1

Trump visited Duluth a couple of days ago, and as a result, Fox and Friends came to Minnesota to cover the event.  They broadcast from a local diner, Uncle Loui's Cafe, as the cafe felt the exposure would be good for their business.

Wrong.

Since they dared let the hated Fox News into their establishment, Uncle Loui's Cafe needed to pay.  How dare they mingle with the Nazis of Fox News?  They needed to be shut down, and their livelihood destroyed because that's how much we hate each other now.

Read the article here.

We're quickly devolving where we can't just disagree anymore.  No, those that disagree with me must be ruined.

That's the end game.  That's how much we hate.

Stay tuned.

Trump Derangement. All Day. Every Day.

The exploding heads on TV have been a constant since election night.

Every day.  Literally.

We've gone from Russians, to pussy hats, to Stormy Daniels, to guns, to shrinking Antartic ice, to the latest on the kids on the border.  And I'm sure I've missed a dozen more.

You know what they all have to do with each other?

• They all come from the same people
• They are all designed to "get Trump"
• They've all failed miserably 

Why the failure?  Because people's lives are tangibly better under Trump.  They're working.  They're making more money.  And all of those other things never come close to impacting their daily lives.  At all.  Not even close.

The full weight of Hollywood, the media, and our elite betters have been pushing against Trump since the jump.  Until Mr. and Mrs. America finally get hit in the pocketbook, it will continue to be a fool's errand to do so.

But try they will.  All day.  Every day.

* sigh *