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All praise be to the cyclopean gods of old for finally bringing the nigh interminable local and national Democratic nomination process to a close. For while sentences involving Andy Rooney, sodomy and bestiality, not to mention flag lapel pins and innuendo involving sniper fire,

Employing a tactic I’m pretty sure I’ve picked up from the current presidential administration, I’ve decided to take a new approach to truth. Namely, I’m going to make it up. And make it up in such a way that justifies every decision I decide(r), and in such a way that makes me feel better about my life, and the enveloping society thereof.

Yesterday, amid news of four ton satellites falling from the heavens and the pending departure of Minnesota's last sports superstar, a glimmering beacon of hope shone from our nation's capital. The House of Representatives, in one brief shining moment of accord, today put

We’re sitting at a table in Rice Paper, the little Asian-fusion restaurant in Linden Hills.