That Vote for Secretary of State? It Now Actually Matters, a Lot.

Beginning on September 23rd, when early voting begins, Minnesota will be choosing an overseer of Minnesota’s free and fair elections, the Minnesota Secretary of State. 

Stop yawning, because this issue has become a big deal.

This is an era in which Trumpist Republicans now scream “fraud” any time they have fewer certified votes than their opponent. Because of that, the choice of Secretary of State has suddenly become one of the most important choices on your ballot. 

Republicans have nominated someone named Kim Crockett to run against DFL incumbent Steve Simon. Having effectively and efficiently managed the election system with the highest turnout in the nation, Simon has earned reelection.


Meanwhile, Trumpist Crockett, the former head of an ultra-conservative policy think tank, champions anti-democratic views.

  • Denying Certified Results. Crockett is an election denier who rejects the findings about the 2020 presidential election, which were checked and re-checked and re-re-checked by dozens of non-partisan election officials, auditors, and judges. Her partisan attitudes about non-partisan vote counting and auditing in 2020 telegraph the partisan manner in which she would oversee vote counting and auditing in the future. It seems clear that she would reject foundational democratic values in favor of partisanship, and that could effectively disenfranchise many Minnesota voters.
  • Dismantling Proven System. Despite the fact that Minnesota has the best voter turnout in the nation, Crockett insists that Minnesota’s current must be destroyed and rebuilt to her liking.  She wants to make voting more difficult, not easier, such as by pushing to restrict mail voting, erecting participation barriers, and shrinking early voting periods. Unconscionable.
  • Promoting Bigotry and Elitism. Crockett even questions whether Americans with disabilities and non-English speakers should be permitted to vote:

    “So, the Minnesota Supreme Court ruled that indeed you can help an unlimited number of people vote if they are disabled or can’t read or speak English, which raises the question, should they be voting? We can talk about that another time.”

    No, how about we talk about that now?

So, please do your research on this race, and don’t stop voting after the top few choices at the top of the ballot.  This Secretary of State vote matters a lot more than it might seem at first blush.

Liz Cheney Ain’t Going Nowhere in This Republican Party

There are easily a dozen ways to help you understand Liz Cheney — daughter of the spawn of Beelzebub and Darth Vader and holder of the most famous name in Wyoming politics — losing by 40 points to the GOP’s latest example of terminal cynicism. But spending a couple days with Mark Leibovich’s new book, “Thank You for Your Servitude” helps square the edges and color in between the lines.

I’m an unabashed fan boy for Leibovich’s writing and style of reporting. If you’ve read nothing by him — he recently moved to The Atlantic after 16 years with The New York Times — start with “This Town”, his 2013 classic. It’s a [Tom] Wolfian dissection of the DC social scene, where TV anchors, pundits, well-heeled reporters, society grande dames and perpetually self-serving politicians interwine incestuously to reap the benefits of the prestigious game of … mmm, public service. Written during the Obama administration, it’s a scene-setter for characters and fault lines that cracked wide open during the Trump epidemic.

Having just finished “Thank You for Your Servitude” — (thanks again to Sir Richard the Noble for sending it over as a gift) — Cheney’s predicament was not only fully predict-able, but perfectly understandable as well. She is, as many have said, a creature from a party, an “ethos” if you will, that quite literally no longer exists. In interviews with the likes of Lindsey Graham, Kevin McCarthy and various other modern Republican “leaders”, Leibovich lays it out with kind of morbid hilarity.

I quote mark “leaders” because they are all quaking in terror of the Trumpy base. From Mitch McConnell on down each of them live as a hostage in a Circus Maximus where a mere whispered criticism of a character all regard (but only in private) as a ludicrous fop has become an excommunicatable offense.

Chatter this morning is where Cheney goes from here? She seems to have hinted at running for President. But how? And as what?

Delicious as it would be to have her up on a debate stage with Landslide Donny, I see no one imagining how she mounts a primary campaign as a Republican, if only because of security concerns. As it was in her home state of Wyoming, with her family name slapped on countless buildings, she didn’t dare announce her campaign visits more than a couple hours in advance for fear of locked and loaded Trump-o-nauts showing up to protect their … you know … freedoms … from radical socialists like … Liz Cheney.

So maybe she runs as an independent? Walking point for a reimagining of Daddy Cheney’s kind of conservative politics? The kind with all the sweet tax cuts for Halliburton board members, evisceration of social safety nets, deregulation for any drilling operation that sees money in national parks, wildly disproportionate paranoia about feckless dictators and … gotta love this … the mythical Unitary Executive, where buffoons as unqualified as, oh I don’t know, a multiply bankrupt reality TV “star” can do whatever he damn well pleases once “POTUS” is part of his official title.

Face it, independent = futile, electorally. Although given Cheney’s standing via the January 6 committee she’d be guaranteed plenty of free media if Trump himself is in the 2024 race.

And if Trump isn’t? Well, as Leibovich points out repeatedly in his book, even absent Trump the Candidate, no Republican who hasn’t bent the knee, slurped the lifted loafer and kissed the sprawling booty of Donald J. will have any traction with the cult of chronically pissed off D+ students who have total control of the party today and for the forseeable future. There simply is no infrastructure for a new-breed-like-just-the-old-breed Republican like Liz Cheney.

If Trump declines to serve again, the Republican base circa 2024 is primed for a much smarter and far uglier version of a loathsome freedom(s) fighter. I give you Ron DeSantis, Josh Hawley, etc. ad infinitum.

We Present You Trump’s Deposition, More or Less Verbatim.

As we know, Donald Trump went full Carlo Gambino yesterday, taking “the Fifth” over 440 times in a deposition for New York’s Attorney General Letitia James. A deposition not about inciting a riot that ended up killing a half dozen people at the U.S. Capitol, but simply how he did business in New York for 30 or so years. Through a rush filing of an FOIA (Freedom of Imagination Act) the Wry Wing Politics legal team has obtained a partial record of said deposition. As a public service, we present it to you here.

State of New York (SONY) : Is your name Donald J, Trump?

Trump: I take the Fifth because I’m still the President and I don’t take lip from uppity black women.

SONY: So you believe you will incriminate yourself by admitting who are?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Very well. Have you ever done business in the state of New York?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Um hmm. Have you ever paid taxes in the State of New York?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Have you ever resided in the State of New York?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Really? We’re simply asking if you’ve ever lived here. You believe that will incriminate you?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Okay. Let’s try this. You own a property up the Hudson. You purchased it for $6.9 million. Yet you later claimed a $21 million tax deduction on the same property and then wildly over-valued it again to secure a loan to buy a football team. How do you explain this?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: (Growing exasperation.) Mr. Trump do you or do you not have children?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Ok. Are any of these children mentally competent? Can they feed and groom themselves?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Are any or all of them house trained, and this includes Eric?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Mr. Trump are you at this moment awake and conscious?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Do you or do you not have a full size poster of Kid Rock over your bed?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Have you ever read a book?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Alright. Mr. Trump we have evidence that without the laundering of money Vladimir Putin-supported oligarchs looted from Russia you would be destitute and selling hot dogs on Sixth Avenue. This is true, isn’t it?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Sir, are you currently incontinent, or can you explain what I’m smelling?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Sir, during your term in the White House did you ever spend more than 45 minutes on any given day doing anything remotely like actual work?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Mr. Trump, do you believe in the Easter Bunny?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Mr. Trump, that thing, whatever it is on your head, is it made of hemp, and what color would you say it is?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Sir, at any point in the past 25 years have you weighed less than 300 pounds?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: And can you recall any day in the past 25 years when you didn’t lie you ass off about everything, pretty much all day long?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Just a couple more, sir. Can you spell your name for us? Or, excuse me, do you know how to spell your name?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Mr. Trump have you had breast augmentation surgery?

Trump: Fifth.

SONY: Okay, finally, sir, there are several globs of some kind of thick goo on your absurdly long red tie. We suspect it is Kentucky Fried Chicken sauce. If so, which flavor is it?

Trump: It’s classic ranch, you vicious, deep state idiot.

SONY: Thank you for your cooperation, sir.

What Would Trump Steal That is So Ultra Top Secret and Why?

When I heard last night that the FBI had raided Trump’s garish Florida mansion, my first reaction was, “Jesus, what took them so long?”

There’s a line of thinking that the public explanation about searching for public documents Trump illegally airlifted out of the White House is merely a cover for executing a raid that very likely will sweep evidence of all sorts of other Trump malfeasance. And that would surprise exactly no one who doesn’t sleep with a Trump-as-Rambo poster over their bed.

Among all the things that have astonished me in the context of Trump’s appeal to “conservatives” is the blindered unwillingness to see the guy as the “fraud” and “con man” his fellow Republican candidates told us he was back in 2015. Why? Because Trump’s astonishing disregard for business ethics, tax laws, SEC statutes, immigration laws and, well, you name it, was abundantly well known to anyone who did business with him in New York and anyone with a passing interest in business reporting by credible national newsapers. There was never any excuse for the Rewpublican managerial class not knowing this long before he descended on the gilded elevator. It was a known fact shortly after he began stinking up the real estate/gossip column scene in the early Eighties.

And yet … to this day … the guy has never been indicted. Hell, we’re to believe his taxes from over a decade ago are still under audit!

And a bit further down the rap sheet, there doesn’t appear to be any on-going investigation of the extremely shady, Russia-assisted “banking” he did with Deutsche Bank, the only crowd of money changers willing to loan him money … even after he sued themafter he refused to re-pay the loan they gave him for Trump Tower Chicago. (I strongly encourage anyone interested to read “Dark Towers”, New York Times financial reporter David Enrich’s briskly-paced tale of the bank’s myriad nefarious executives and endeavors, including those buttressing Trump at his most desperate moments.)

Whether this raid is the first of many dominoes to fall in the clearly broadening, deepening investigation into Trump’s January 6 behavior we must wait … a while longer.

But after consuming 48 hours of reporting and pounditry on this FBI raid. my lizard mind has focused with acute fascinatioin on the nature of these Top, Top Secret documents/information the Feds clearly believe he still possessed. This the information so ultra top secret it can not even be described.

Really? Wow.

But we do know a few things abut this stuff.

A: The Feds absolutely believed Trump had the info, and convinced a Federal judge to let it raid the home of a former President to get it back.

B: Trump quite obviously lied about having whatever it is and did not include it in the 15 boxes of trinkets and souvenirs and whatever the Feds toted away last spring.

C: The Feds and the judge agreed that Trump was unlikely to ever hand it back in a polite, professional manner.

And D: They had good reason to believe Trump would destroy what they were looking for if they gave any notice that they were coming to get it.

Hence, a raid, much like kicking in the door on a meth dealer in Albuquerque.

So then I ask myself, “What would Donald Trump steal and cling to so desperately that he’d risk this scene?”

And I answer by reminding myself that we know two things about Trump with absolute certainty, namely everything is about him and money. This leads me to suspect that whatever Super Double Secret Probation information he stole has to have very high value in terms of either protecting him from some kind of prosecution and/or can be monetized in a negotiation with another party … most likely in a highly nefarious context.

(One of the facical aspects of this episode, as one national security expert pointed out yesterday, is that Trump was obviously too stupid to realize that as POTUS he had the authority to de-classify anything, including whatever the Feds are looking for now, and therefore could have avoided this whole mess.)

Finally, as fans of John LeCarre certainly understand, whatever the Feds are looking for is not one-of-a-kind. There would be copies somewhere. Which means that other than the illegality of iut, the peril her, the risk to national security is who has this information.

And in that case it is the as-yet-unindicted careeert fraud and con man Donald Trump, who long ago demonstrated he will do anything to get what he wants.

OMG, Democrats Are Criminally Bad At Marketing What They Accomplish

I get this weird twitching sensation in my neck every time I hear some Republican voter or official or Trump sycophant talk about, “How much we accomplished.” It’s a thing with them. They’re conditioned to say it every time someone sticks a microphone in their face … and fails to ask the natural follow-up, which is, “What the [bleep] are you talking about?”

These days most post-Trump attention is being paid to The Big Lie and inciting a violent attack the Capitol. Important stuff. But every so often some wonk points out how astonishingly little Trump and Trump kow-towing Republicans accomplished during his four year dumpster fire. Other than the long sought after deficit-doubling Paul Ryan/Mitch McConnell tax cut, (mine went up $900, FWIW), I am not aware of any … any … significant legslation Trump and crew passed in four years. Put another way, as we know all to well, today’s Republicans are not in the policy business.

And yet … and yet … they have successfully sold the message, to their base, that they have delivered for them. Which they have as long as you count culture war attacks and grievance-mongery as “accomplisments.” (Which I believe they do.)

This all by way of contrasting the modern GOP and their entertainment echo chamber with the gross, borderline criminal ineptitude of Democrats selling their accomplishments to the general public.

Want an example? Try this on for size.

Allow me to excerpt a couple key takeaways.

The bipartisan infrastructure deal (BIF) was a historic achievement that few thought possible. But since its passage in November, the law has done little to move voter opinion in Democrats’ favor. To find out why and what to do, Third Way and Impact Research conducted a survey of 2000 likely 2022 voters to investigate voter opinion on the BIF and its messaging.

Quite simply, voters do not know the bill was passed. While voters express high levels of support for the deal once they hear about it, only 24% of voters think the bill is law. Meanwhile, a plurality (37%) says they “don’t know” the status of the bill, 30% say “it is still being worked on in Congress but isn’t law yet,” and 9% believe it is not being worked on in Congress and will not be passed. Given that a large share believes the deal is still being worked on in Congress, it is clear that voters are confusing the BIF with BBB, which, of course, has not passed. In selling this legislation, the first order of business is to remind, inform, and convince voters that it is now law.

The sound you hear is me bashing my head against a wall. An unprecedented trillion dollar bill to, you know, actually accomplish stuff. Repair roads. Rebuild bridges. Expand and improve airports. A trillion dollars worth of work for blue-collar worker-voters. And three-fourths of the public doesn’t even know it’s happening.

Jesus [bleeping] christ.

To paraphrase Joe Biden, “Here’s the deal, kids.” In modern America there is no reality unless it’s on TV. (I believe it was ex-George W. speechwriter David Frum who first said this.) All those “hard working Americans” we’re always valorizing? They’re not paying attention to legislation. They’re far more interested in who was on “The Masked Singer” and if the Vikings can win a play-off game this year.

You have to tell them …, over and over and over … what you’ve done for them. And you have to tell it to them where they are, which is watching cheesy primetime TV and sporting events. You have to rub their faces in what you accomplished for them.

Like the legendary Mayor of Chicago, Dick Daley, always did. No road or bridge in the city was ever repaired i.e. accomplished without a sign next to it saying that he, His Honor Dick Daley, made this happen … for you … much-loved fellow citizen of The Windy City.

I vividly remember back in 2010, sitting in my local roadhouse bar in Wisconsin, listening to a couple neighboring yobs piss and moan about Obama screwing things up and what a loser “that guy” was. Meanwhile, at that very moment, out the window not forty yards away a crew of a dozen guys was trenching in fiber optic cable next to the highway. A vital piece of work done by blue-collar guys a lot like the boys at the bar, and paid for by Obama’s American Recovery and Reinvestment Act.

I also remember someone asking Obama at one point why more people weren’t aware that this was something he signed off on, and maybe wasn’t the eye-glazing name, “The American Recovery and Reinvestment Act” kind of obscuring the identity of who made these jobs and improvements possible? To which Obama — a Chicago guy, mind you — said something to the effect, “What do you want me to do? Put my name on it?”

To which I screamed at the time, “Yes! Damn it! And a big picture of you pointing at it saying, ‘I did this’.”

Of course if this kind of thing were left to me not only would I slap my picture on every sign next to every construction site I’d add a line reminding “hard working Americans” that their local Republican congress critter and Senator voted against this “accomplishment.”

How could Trump possibly have lost re-election? How?

by Noel Holston

Disingenuous or not, Donald Trump continues to maintain that he couldn’t have lost his re-election bid. After all, his rallies were so big and his supporters love him so much. The supporters agree because, well, the rallies were so big and they love him so much.

Nonsense. Anybody who applies simple common sense to this question will understand how he could — and did — lose.

Start with the 2016 Presidential election. Trump did win that one. No question. Hillary Clinton got more popular votes — 65,844,954 (48.2%) to Trump’s 62,979,879 (46.1%) — but Trump won more states and triumphed in the Electoral College.

In 2020, the election went the other way, with Biden getting 81,282,916 popular votes to Trump’s 74,223,369 and flipping enough “battleground” states to win the Electoral College. That’s a margin of just over seven million votes, which is pretty freakin’ emphatic and impossible to fake.

To which Trump and his flock still say, “No way, not possible.”

But it was more than possible. It was entirely predictable.

Photo by Noel Holston.

Think about it. Trump lost at the ballot box in 2016 by almost three million votes to a former First Lady who is despised, vilified and mocked by right-wing Americans and isn’t exactly beloved by members of her own party (including me).

So why should it be shocking that a far less polarizing, avuncular Democrat could beat him in 2020? Especially after Trump had had four years to outrage Democrats, disgust traditional Republicans and sour independents with his endless, inescapable displays of pettiness, deceit, egomania, meanness and willful ignorance. Millions may love him, but millions more were sick of the sight and sound of him.

True, some of these very characteristics endeared him to his faithful — or were possible for them to ignore given his Supreme Court appointees. He got more than 11 million more votes in 2020 than he got on 2016.

But Biden’s getting 15 million more votes than Clinton did and seven million more than Trump, far from impossible, was inevitable — a tribute to Trump’s unparalleled ability to annoy, sicken and motivate the liberals and moderates he thought he was “owning.”

It’s time for MAGAs from Trump on down to cool it with the absurd claims of theft and get on with tapping Greg Abbott or Ron DeSantis or Archery Terror-Alert Greed to continue their plans to transform the USA into Gilead or Oceania or Hungary. There was no steal. Trump gave the election away.

And here’s the kicker. He has probably given away 2024 as well. If he had just submitted to an orderly transfer of power like 44 Presidents before him and kept his mouth shut, he’d be in a better position to retake the Oval Office in two years. But he couldn’t help himself, and he still can’t. As it stands now, he may be wearing a jumpsuit that matches his face.

Trump does have many enemies, but none worse than himself.

Note: Noel Holston is a freelance writer who lives in Athens, Georgia. He regularly shares his insights and wit at Wry Wing Politics. He’s also a contributing essayist to Medium.com, TVWorthWatching.com, and other websites. He previously wrote about television and radio at Newsday (2000-2005) and, as a crosstown counterpart to the Pioneer Press’s Brian Lambert, at the Star Tribune  (1986-2000).  He’s the author of “Life After Deaf: My Misadventures in Hearing Loss and Recovery,” by Skyhorse.

Screw China, let’s Taiwan on

By Noel Holston

From The Washington Post’s August 3 editorial page:

“However much the 82-year-old Ms. Pelosi might want a capstone event for her time as speaker — before a likely GOP victory in November ends it— going to Taiwan now, as President Xi Jinping of China is orchestrating his third term, was unwise.”

I don’t ordinarily disagree with the WaPo’s editorials. Like MAGAs  who turn to Fox News’ Tucker Carlson or Sean Hannity to get their daily marching orders, I depend on the left-center Post to tell me who to vote for and what issues to support — or to at least ratify what I’m already thinking. Not only do I read the Post with my morning coffee, I drank java the Post recommended.

But I part company with its editorial board on Speaker Pelosi’s visit to Taiwan. Let Xi be pissed. We need to show support for this most Western of Eastern democracies every which way we can.

President Biden, instead of doing “damage control,” should’ve hopped on Air Force One and been in Taiwan to fist bump Pelosi as she departed.

Secretary of State Anthony “Winkin’” Blinken should have been there on Joe’s heels if not his plane.

And then. . . and then, the wave. We should steady stream of American politicos and icons, both singles and groups, including:

The Congressional Asian Pacific American Caucus

Stephanie “Flo” Courtney

The Mormon Tabernacle Choir

Snoop Dogg

George Takei.

The Congressional Anti-Bullying Caucus

Tom Hanks

Beyonce

The Boston Red Sox

The Preservation Hall Jazz Band

Dolly Parton

Kelly Clarkson

The Texas Southern Ocean of Soul Marching Band

Spongebob

The Congressional Shellfish Caucus

Tool

Dwayne Johnson

Elmo

The Beach Boys

The Congressional Rice Caucus

Ted Danson

George Clooney

George Clinton

Lizzo

The Log Cabin Republicans

The Squirrel Nut Zippers

Oprah

Clint Eastwood

And if “President” Xi starts World War III over all this tourism, so be it. We either do the right thing or we don’t.

Which reminds me:

Spike Lee!

Note: Noel Holston is a freelance writer who lives in Athens, Georgia. He regularly shares his insights and wit at Wry Wing Politics. He’s also a contributing essayist to Medium.com, TVWorthWatching.com, and other websites. He previously wrote about television and radio at Newsday (200-2005) and, as a crosstown counterpart to the Pioneer Press’s Brian Lambert, at the Star Tribune  (1986-2000).  He’s the author of “Life After Deaf: My Misadventures in Hearing Loss and Recovery,” by Skyhorse.

Why Is Doc Jensen Still So Obsessed With His Long-Disproven COVID Claims?

Minnesota GOP gubernatorial candidate Scott Jensen has one huge advantage over DFL Governor Tim Walz – rural voters.  If Jensen wins in November, and he might because of frustration over crime and inflation, it will be because he successfully energized rural Minnesota. Rural areas have gotten reliably Republican, so yesterday’s FarmFest debate was the Twin Cities resident’s big opportunity to close the deal by stressing his rural development ideas.

Photo credit: Dana Ferguson, Forum News Service

But instead of using all of his time to make that case, Jensen apparently spent quite a lot of time emphasizing what he always seems to emphasize — COVID-related cray-cray.

I just don’t understand why Jensen is convinced that this is such a winning political issue for him.  Early on, when little information was available, Jensen became a star on conservative news outlets like Fox News recklessly speculating about how the pandemic might turn out. But now that actual research has emerged, it’s clear that Jensen’s early guesses have turned out to be spectacularly, embarrassingly wrong.

Still, Jensen just can’t stop himself from going there:

  • Quite incredibly, Jensen, a physician by training, still remains unvaccinated. Keep in mind, over 95 percent of physicians are vaccinated, putting Jensen in a very small minority of extremists in his profession. Moreover, an overwhelming majority of Minnesotans made a different decision. Seven out of ten (3.946 million) of them have gotten them fully vaccinated. Among the states, Minnesota has the second best rate of residents that have been boosted.
  • Jensen also still expresses skepticism about vaccine effectiveness. But the facts are now in. They show that the vaccine has been highly effective in reducing hospitalizations and deaths, and have enabled Minnesota’s society and economy to return to normal. Despite all of this, Doc Jensen apparently still thinks preaching anti-vax myths to the small group of holdouts is wise political strategy.
  • Beyond Jensen’s incessant vaccination nonsense, he somehow continues to recommend Minnesotans use the antiparasitic drug ivermectin. The federal Food and Drug Administration (FDA) has not approved ivermectin, because a number of medical studies have proven it to be ineffective and dangerous. But apparently Team Jensen is convinced that pushing this discredited quackery is going to get him elected.
  • And then there is public health. Jensen maintains that Walz’s public health measures to limit COVID spread were unnecessary and ineffective.  But the facts are now in, and Minnesota under Walz had one of the region’s best rates of COVID deaths per capita. If Walz had adopted the conservative hands-off public health approach used in neighboring South Dakota, 5,000 more people would have died, according to an analysis done by Dane Smith.  That’s roughly equivalent to the population of Minnesota towns like Circle Pines, Luverne, Redwood Falls, Lindstrom, and Morris. Still, Jensen apparently is convinced that championing the demonstrably deadly South Dakota model is the best path to victory in November.
  • Finally, Jensen claims that Walz protecting Minnesotans during the deadliest pandemic in a century destroyed the Minnesota economy. Again, the facts now tell us a very different tale. Minnesota currently has the lowest unemployment of any state in the nation (1.8 percent), a historic low.  Minnesota’s state budget outlook is strong enough that it also recently had its bond rating upgraded to AAA for the first time in nearly 20 years.  But Jensen remains convinced that Minnesotans will buy his contention that Walz’s pandemic response made the state into a dystopian economic hellscape.

Stop, Doc, just stop! Take it from fellow Republican Bill Brock: “Let me tell you about the law of holes: If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.”

The next time Jensen gets in front of a group of farmers and rural residents, he should abandon his stale, disproven COVID kookiness. Instead, he should try focusing on things that actually impact his audience’s lives, such as drought relief, broadband expansion, education investment, paid family and medical leave, health coverage affordability, and road and bridge improvements.

I Still Take Omar Over Samuels

It’s a running discussion, whether newspaper endorsements mean anything in a modern world where crazy Uncle Steve and a few hundred Russian bots can create a groundswell of enthusiasm for the dimmest of political bulbs. But this morning’s Strib shout-out for Don Samuels over Ilhan Omar in next Tusday’s DFL primary may be a bit different in that, unlike a Republican primary, it’s talking to a mostly sanity-based audience.

The endorsement comes within a (very) long recitation of Samuels’ activist-within-the-accepted system bona fides. And there’s no disputing that at age 72 he’s covered a lot more ground than Omar, who is 39.

But as I read the endorsement I was reminded again of something I tell cranky lefties rolling their eyes at positions the Strib Op-Ed page takes on a range of issues. And that is that big newspapers (TV news doesn’t risk opinionated stands) are almost by definition a status quo entity. They see themselves playing a stabilizing role, calming and shushing the hormonal impulses of the fringes. In football terms, news organizations like the Strib prefer, and with their opinions they play a game between the 40 yard-lines. A little wiggle over this way, then a little wiggle back. Never too far or too much. But rather everything at mid-field, far from the over-heated end zones.

This is by way of me saying that I’ll vote for Omar again next Tuesday. Not necessarily because I see her as a more disciplined bureacrat, or even as the Strib argues for Samuels a more imaginative legislator, but because I see value in what the Strib sees as her excesses.

Omar is invariably lumped in with “The Squad”, the band of firebrand liberal women that includes Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Rashida Tlaib. The women, all under age 50, representing barely 1% of the current Congress, yet are constantly irritating Washington’s Democratic leadership with loud demands for an aggressive, progressive agenda. And on the flip-side they are perpetually inflaming the nightmares of Trumpist Republicans who see all women of color as the deepest kind of threat to “the American way.”

These are both qualities hard to quantify but which I find appealing … and valuable.

It’s absolutely true that Omar has stepped in it more than once. In her first term, she exuded more than a bit of the entitled attitude that comes with being a good-looking woman — (a lot like the ‘tude that comes with star athletes, guys like Aaron Rodgers for example, who have pretty much always lived a rareified, revered existence substantially different than their peers.) She seems to have learned to modulate her public comments a bit more in her second term.

I suspect that her much-quoted remarks about Israel and Israel’s treatment of Palestinians and Muslims in general did very little to stoke her appeal to the Twin Cities’ and U.S. Jewish community. But, for what it’s worth, what I heard in what she was saying, or trying to say, was that today’s Israeli government, only recently and perhaps only temporarily, released from the claws of the rigidly conservative, deeply corrupt Benjamin Netanyahu was the central issue … not simply that Israel is a Jewish state and all Jews are racists.

And what informed audience is going to deny that about Netanyahu and Israel’s version of our bat shit conservatives?

More central to my point here, what American political figure is going to make a consistent point of that? Of drawing regular attention to the crude and frankly ugly, counter-effective ways conservative Israeli governments have behaved in the Middle East?

I know nothing about how well Omar’s office has provided constituent service, but if it’s average it’s good enough, and if it pays particular attention to the Fifth District’s Somali population, that too is tolerable.

The Strib clearly sees Samuels being a better agent for Minneapolis’ black community. But I have a hard time imagining Omar neglecting the north side’s problems, despite her, um intemperate anger over name-your-favorite-Minneapolis-cop-killing of an unarmed black constituent.

And a final note to the bad faith crowd forever playing purely team-oriented politics. Ilhan Omar, AOC and the rest of the scary hyper-liberal “Squad” bear no resemblance — none — to the appalling freak-show idiocy and recklessness of Marjorie Taylor Greene, Lauren Bobert, Paul Gosar, Louie Gohmert, Madison Cawthorn, Jim Jordan and on and on … and on and on … down there in the Republican end zone.

Omar still has plenty learn. But she’s engaged in serious, valuable progressive messaging and legislation. And she remains a unique voice in a Congress badly polluted by authoritarian dimwits and musty, status quo bureaucrats.

So yeah. I’m voting for her, again.

Can We Please Kill Off the Tipping Mumbo-Jumbo?

Yesterday the Strib ran a feature piece all about … tipping. Why? Because tipping, i.e. the time-tested, normally fuss-less procedure of leaving the waitress/bartender/whoever a couple bucks has gotten absurdly complicated. And I know, because only a couple days before the story appeared, The Lovely Mrs and I ran up against exactly what the piece was getting at … to the point I had to have, mmm, a little chat with the manager.

(Okay, I didn’t have to but I did, because I’m one of those guys.)

The setting was Young Joni in funky Nordeast, a favorite joint of ours, although it had been a year, since our previous anniversary date night, that we had been in. If you’re not familiar with it, the chow is excellent. I’m a sucker for anything laid on top of creme fraiche and Young Joni has found a dozen ways to work creme fraiche into everything from sweet potatoes (Korean, to be precise) and pizzas (designer variety.)

The place has been around for a few years now and it’s still popular, meaning that the only way you drop in and expect to eat within an hour is by cozying up to the bar. And even that often requires a wait.

Like everything else, we noticed that menu prices had jumped a good 20-25% since our last visit. (I blame Joe Biden.) But, you know, what the hell, it’s our anniversary and not that big of a deal. But … 

… down at the bottom of the menu was the fine-print verbiage you see in the photo above.

“A 21% surcharge is added to each order and controlled by the restaurant to support better wages for our entire team. It is not distributed as a gratuity for service, pursuant to Minnesota Statute Section 177.23, subdivision 9.”

Hmmmm. We wanted drinks and dinner, but first we were going have to call our attorney? (“Dear, do we have an attorney?”)  … to decipher … a restaurant menu?

“Controlled by the restaurant”, “to support better wages”, “for our entire team”, “… not distributed as a gratuity”, “pursuant to … .” WTF?

Having what I would charitably describe as a D+ legal mind, what all that translated to, on first reading was, “We’re automatically adding 21% to everything you see on the menu above … and then, because it’s not a gratuity, you can decide for yourself to leave an actual, you know, tip, amounting to 15-20% depending on how pleased you were with your waitress. Or, in other words doofus, add 36-40% to that Rickey you ordered and whatever entrees come afterward.”

This 21% business isn’t new, but neither is it anywhere close to universal. You see it some places, while others ignore it, despite being officially “persuant … “. (The Strib story said they were looking at it because it’s a growing, um, annoyance.)

Not wanting to flip the switch and go full Lewis Black before dinner, I took a chill pill and enjoyed my dining experience …  and … waited … coiled and ready to strike.

As I say, the chow is good at Young Joni. I had something called a “La Parisienne” pizza (with creme fraiche) and the aforementioned Rickey. (In truth, the pizza was very good, but the $15-plus 36-40% Rickey was basically just Club Soda with ice; tasteless and lacking even a hint of booze, as best I could tell.) The LM had a couple glasses of wine and a more basic pizza. All good.

Anyway … with dinner over and the check in front of me … it was time to go to war.

I waved the manager down, and asked as politely as an enraged fire ant could, what exactly this 21% business mumbo jumbo actually means, and why it is not “distributed as a gratuity?”

Being a pro, the young manager went into an obviously well-practiced spiel about how the 21% helps pay the dishwashers and various other scullery types (not her words) who don’t get the big money waitresses and bartenders get.

[Begin paraphrasing of ensuing dialogue].

Me:  Uh, huh. Right. But then we’re dropping the usual tip on our waitress, right? So … 36-40%?

Her: Oh, no. The 21% is the gratuity, just, you know, automated to guarantee income for the support staff. 

So … there’s no expectation that we tip the waitress?

You can if you choose, but it isn’t necessary.

(To myself)“Necessary”. Hmmm.

Me: Well, if I weren’t the tedious dork I’m proud of being, and I was just nice, sweet Grandma Millie in with her girlfriends to celebrate her 85th birthday, I’m kinda thinking I’d believe it was, you know, “necessary” to drop another 15-20% on my waitress. And if Millie had knocked back four Rickeys she’d be looking at a pretty serious tab. Wouldn’t it be … clearer … if after the “guaranteeing income for the support staff” business the menu fine print said, “The 21% is your tip. Nothing more is expected from you, our treasured guest.”

Well, I guess maybe it could be clearer, yes.

Ok, thank you. Everything was great. (I lied. The Rickey was tasteless.)

The Strib story brushes past the most obvious rejoinder to this “persuant” state Statute 21% sur-charge yadda yadda.

Namely, if you, the restaurant owner,  want to insure adequate wages for your staff … pay them more, and raise your prices. If that means the La Parisienne pizza jumps another 20-25% in price, so be it. When we can that damn Biden and get Ron DeSantis in the White House all prices everywhere will reset to medieval levels anyway and everything will be great again.

In other words, the Minnesota restaurant industry would be smart to dump the legalistic, mumbo jumbo menu fine print and concede their costs, rather than preying on the confusion of a (guessing here) fat percentage of their clientele who won’t be a dick like me and ask, but will instead pay 36-40% on top of their bill.

And speaking of dicks, here’s my 21%, put some booze in the damn Rickey. 

A Handful of Things I Could Not Care Less About


I don’t have to make a list of even a fraction of the truly, deeply serious things going on in the world. Everyone’s aware of Russia terrorizing Ukraine, the American West drying up, sequoias on fire, Trumpist grifters and idiots running for office, the daily mass shootings and on and on. All of it, really bad stuff.

But lately I’ve been amazed, or I should say re-amazed at stories we are all just as aware of … that I could not care less about … but still clog our common bandwidth. So as a therapeutic exercise, here’s a handful that bewilder/annoy me most.

1:  Elon Musk v. Twitter: I accept that 2022’s professional media and pundit class has an umbilical attachment to Twitter. The platform’s offal doesn’t so much drip into their veins as it gushes in a way that makes everything require immediate attention and a “take” to sustain their relevancy. So when you add the world’s richest man, (who is an attention addict) and Twitter itself, god help the rest of us who couldn’t give a flying [bleep.]. Will he or won’t he … buy Twitter? Be sued by Twitter? Tweet again this morning? Not only don’t I care, I don’t need to know … which is why I don’t care. Nothing about it matters to me or 99% of the people I know. But Musk is rich, and because he’s rich he’s famous … and it includes Twitter right there in the headline. So everyone who thinks they’re someone has to talk about it. 

2:  Any and all, including the latest, super-hero movie:  Ok, great, they put butts back in theater seats. So, being, you know, a business, Hollywood can’t snort enough of comic book heroes and villains. And it’s true, the paychecks for them for otherwise serious actors covers a lot of arty work they might want to do later. But Martin Scorsese (another old guy, like me) is dead-on right. These Marvel etc. movies are basically numbingly formulaic theme park rides designed as much to avoid pissing off Chinese censors as entertaining movie fans. That said, I red-lined the whole  AvengerThorWakandaDr.StrangeSpidey universe years ago. Mainly because, in case you haven’t noticed, they’re all the same damn movie. So yeah ok, I’m a crank. But I did finally see the new “Top Gun” sequel … and sat looking around the theater wondering if everyone else noticed it was basically another re-fitting of the latest generation “Star Wars” movies? Only with 50 wide-screen Tom Cruise Superstar close-ups. Don’t care! Won’t be back! The Seven Story Archetypes have been reduced to two … or maybe one.

3:  Foodie “journalism.” I like to eat. Believe me. You don’t get a body like this nibbling raw roots. But I don’t believe I’ve ever read an entire food “review”, if that’s what they’re called. I don’t doubt the talent of the myriad “celebrity chefs” regularly populating food-specific websites, so-called “lifestyle” publications and piling up atop each other on cable TV like pastrami on Katz Deli rye. But once you’ve worked inside the sausage factory of modern media and understand how absolutely essential restaurant advertising is to the aforementioned “journalism” you quickly learn to dismiss the hyperventilated excitement over so-and-so’s latest “award-winning” concept or the succulence of their Matsusaka beef. “Food journalism” is – to me, a crank, I think I mentioned that – a pervasive form of fan boy/girl PR flackery no different than the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, that sad collection of cat ladies and ponces who once staged the Golden Globes … solely for the checks they got from agents and TV networks.

4:  The personal pro-noun thing.  Because I want to be careful about this, I’m saying up front that anybody and everybody has the right to be called or “identify” as anything they want. I certainly don’t care. “He”, “she”, “it”, “non-binary humanoid #7”, whatever works for you. Go for it. Personally, I’m trying to get friends and family accustomed to “Hey, Serpent King” when asking me to pass the salt and pepper. My interest here is that this, which is attached to the “trans” rights movement, has become, “a thing”, as the kids say. In my liberal news bubble, sites like The Daily Beast, Salon, Jezebel crank out a story or three a day with some kind of trans or identifying angle. And it strikes me, a relic of the civil rights era, where blacks composed fully 13% of the population, as remarkable given that the trans community represents something between 1% and 5%. (Although, perhaps as proff of it’s “thing-ness”  the number of adolescents identifying as “non-binary” has doubled in recent years.) In our hyper-personalized social media world, where everyone can curate an arresting, distinctive image for themselves, being anything other than merely “he” or “she” can seem irresistibly appealing. Again, I see no harm. But I just can’t help but wonder if come 2040 there won’t be a lot of looking back and seeing this pronoun revolution as “a ‘20s thing.”

5: The crypto frenzy. Not being particularly astute with money and investing, (I was the guy snorting when Google debuted at something like $100 a share), it’s not surprising I don’t get Bitcoin, Dogecoin and all the other Scamcoins currently out on the market. Not only does the whole enterprise walk and talk like a Ponzi scheme where “profits” depend on the chumps dragged in after the big boys, but I don’t understand what problem the whole concept is trying to solve. Regulated and insured banking?  

Dividend-possible investing? But never mind me, when the likes of (Nobel Prize winning economist) Paul Krugman regularly rail against the underlying concept and the abundant frauds, and bona fide smart guys like Ezra Klein flat out admit, “I don’t get it”, I’m more convinced than ever that it’s all just another variation on tulips and collateralized debt obligations. The only real fascination I have is the psychology of crypto’s true believers. FWIW here is a link to a very educational conversation between Klein and crypto expert Dan Olson. And here’s a recent column by Charlie Warzel at The Atlantic. And a sample from Krugman.

Where Wannsee Meets the MAGA White House

Because I’m concerned about my mental state, I hope I was the only one watching yesterday’s January 6 hearing, listening to the blow-by-blow breakdown of that “unhinged” December 18 White House meeting and havng a kind of acid flashback vision of the Wannsee Conference.

And yes, I realize this is an invocation if you will of Godwin’s Law.

But really people, how do you not jump to Reinhard Heydrich and the deranged zealots of the Third Reich while trying to comprehend another collection of … deranged zealots … trying to sell a former reality TV performer a military-assisted coup to overthrow an election and seize control of the United States? Lakeside Berlin 1942, or the Oval Office 2020, both in their way were seeking a … final solution.

Some day … soon … I hope Armando Ianucci, director of such classics as “In the Loop” and “The Death Of Stalin” (and behind the scenes of “Veep” and “Succession”) stages a verbatim film of this episode of the MAGA Reich, circa 12/18/20. (There have seen several films about the 90-minute Wansee Conference. I like this ’80s German version, although the Kenneth Branaugh version is also quite good.)

Long past the point where you thought the clown show train wreck of the Donald Trump presidency … (and the mere sound of those three words together still sounds like something out of “Idiocracy”) … couldn’t get any more berserk and farcical we have … The Overstock.com guy sitting in the Oval Office trying to sell the failed casino operator on a plan for the army to march in and grab voting machines. Fraudulent machines manipulated by Italian satellites controlling thermostats clogged with Chinese bamboo … or something like that.

Jeeeeeezus keeee-rist.

One of my criticisms of the pundits gasping and hyper-ventilating anew at yesterday’s December 18 tick-tock was the pervasive suggestion that the likes of Mr. Overstock (with Minnesota’s own MyPillow Guy only a phone call away) Sidney “Kraken” Powell and Mike “Fifth!” Flynn were only the dregs of the Trump White House “advisory council”. The adults had left the building.

Please! That crew was there only because others far more culpable in sustaining Trump had — at long, long last — shrunk back in shame and out of fear of extreme legal peril. And those would be people like Pat Cipollone, the uber-Catholic father of 10 and friend of Laura Ingraham who had no problem with Trumplandia, and made no effort to provide testimony in the second impeachment, until it was obvious he too was going to have to wear an LfT badge — Lunatic for Trump — on his chest for eternity if he didn’t show up and finally spill.

And along with him throughout the Trump Circus Dementia we had the likes of Peter bleepin Navarro who is easily as “unhinged”, as the kids say, as the Kraken or Lt. Gen. Flynn … and possibly the Overstock.com Guy as well. And — but wait there’s more! — let’s never forget transparent grifters like Ryan Zinke, Wilbur Ross, Scott Pruitt, Steve Mnuchin, Mnuchin’s glam-sucking wife, Sean Spicer, Kayleigh McEnaney, Donny Jr’s shrieking girl-friend, Jared, Steve mother-bleepin’ Bannon, Dan Scavino, Jason Miller, Stephen Miller, Kellyanne “alternative acts” and on … and on … and on … and not ending with … Bill Barr.

No satirist could invent a more farcical, corrupt and incompetent collection of impausibilities, (with Barr exempted from the “incompetent” charge.)

But all humor and Godwin-like references aside, the chilling part of this whole clown show is that, A: The Trump fools almost succeeded throwing it back to the state legislatures (many — like Wisconsin and South Dakota — populated by more of their ilk), and B: They’re not done yet.

The key takeaway — as millions have said before — is that Trump and these people were idiots. Truly and factually, based on the receipts we now have. They were incompetent at being nefarious, and they were buffoonish on top of it.

But … post-Trump Trumpists like … pick one … Ron DeSantis, Tom Cotton or Josh Hawley have taken notes, have no need for nakedly batshit zealots like Mike Flynn or The Kraken … or The Overstock Guy. The so-called “competent Trump” characters squeezing into the starting gate are far, far more serious and disciplined about force-feeding white Christian MAGA ‘Murica all the authoritarian oppression (of others) they can swallow.

And that’ll make a much less hilarious movie.

Joe’s Too Old to Run Again.

If The New York Times had called me and asked if I wanted Joe Biden to run again for President, I’d have said “no.”

Then again, if they asked me if was upset about his policies, or blamed him for “the country heading in wrong direction” or the price of gas, I’d also have said, “no.” And if they asked who I’d vote for if Biden ran against The Orange God King in 2024, I’d have said something along the lines of, “I’d vote for Beelzebub himself before Trump, only because the cloven-hoof guy smarter, less embarrassing and more honest.”

Columns and podcasts are clogging with pundits arguing that Joe Biden is simply too old to run again … unless he runs against Trump. And I’m on board with that. Unlike Fox and whatever passes for a deep thinking at Breitbart, the Gateway Pundit and InfoWars, I don’t see Biden as senile or “out of it.” Far from it. He’s clearly more rational and in control of a wider and deeper set of facts than the former casino bankrupter.

But no, Biden needs to begin the process of the hand-off. By the summer of 2023 at the latest.

Among the central personal qualities essential to success in our 2022 political world are personal energy and a sustained, crowd-pleasing ferocity in the face of shameless stupidity and bad faith. And those are virtues born in a younger generation than a pre-Boomer.

Whenever anyone asks about Trump 2024, I say I doubt he’s serious about another campaign, because he knows he’d lose even worse than 2020, but that the grift is just too sweet and easy to rule it out until the very last moment. Hell, if he can raise/steal $250 million from his delusional rubes for a legal defense that never existed, there’s got to be another quarter billion to rake in before declaring “everything’s rigged” and bailing out an hour before the New Hampshire primary.

But where do the Democrats go for a candidate with the chops to destroy a truly villainous slime like Florida governor Ron DeSantis?

A couple days ago Politico (aka “Tiger Beat on the Potomac”, thank you, Charlie Pierce), suggested Jon Stewart was the (kind of) guy Democrats need in a world where venomous pricks like DeSantis are regarded as anointed saviors of our white Christian nationhood. And given the performance of a smart, quick-witted, disciplined ex-comedian leading Ukraine in its fight against Trump supporter Vladimir Putin, I can follow their thinking. But the next guy/gal has to want the job, and Stewart doesn’t.

Part of the argument for a Jon Stewart candidacy, or an Oprah candidacy or any fill-in-the-blank-personality candidacy is that the low-information “persuadable” voters who can tip North Carolina, Florida, Arizona and Pennsylvania safely into a Democrat’s hands feel a child-like relationship with famous faces they see on TV. (Trump would never have gotten where he did if simpletons didn’t actually believe he was the business genius they saw on “The Apprentice.”) It’s a sad reality of human nature/modern life, but try convincing me or anyone it isn’t … a fact.

Which leads us to people like California governor, Gavin Newsom, a Hollywood-savvy glamor-puss who lately has been enjoying sticking it to … Ron DeSantis … with mocking comparisons of California v. Florida quality of life, including nuances like privacy and women’s right to choose. Newsom — tall, with ridiculously good hair and a gravelly, manly voice — is like something out of Central Casting and easily ridiculed for looking it. But as I and others weighing his chances have to concede, he pulls it off … and he likes the fight.

Glamor-aside, I’ve always been a fan of Pete Buttigieg. He was my pick in 2020 and with moments like this — on Fox no less — he’s shown time after time that he has the focus and composure for the relentless brawl with misinformation-spewing stooges. But Pete, clearly the smartest candidate in either party in 2020, doesn’t deliver the ineffable “matinee idol” ju-ju that someone like Newsom does.

Either way, Joe Biden will be much too old were he reelected in ’24. The modern world needs someone deeply, and when it comes to negotiating absolutely critical issues like climate change, I do mean “deeply” versed in the technologies and rhetorical warfare of this era.

I await the Times’ next call.

Why I’m An Insufferable Windbag On Social Media

Note: This blog is supposed to be commentary about public issues, not personal reflections about the authors’ lives. I’m making an exception in this case, though maybe the struggle I discuss may feel familiar to others.

Valued friends and mentors sometimes tell me not to post about politics on social media.  Keep it to personal updates and humor, they counsel. The reasons they give for foregoing politics generally fall into three categories – it’s bad for your career, divisive, and futile.

My Defense

When deciding how to engage on social media everyone has their own unique circumstances to navigate. But for what it’s worth, this is my answer to those criticisms.

Criticism #1:  Speaking Out Is Bad for Your Career

I realize that speaking out politically on social media has hurt many a career, and therefore isn’t for everyone.  But in my case, I’m late in my career, so there isn’t much left to wreck.  Also, I’m my own boss, so my boss likes my politics. Moreover, a quick glance at my resume makes my political views pretty clear, so my viewpoints shouldn’t shock anyone.

Even so, if I was more guarded with my political views, it is true that conservative clients would probably be more likely to look past my past work for progressive officials and causes.  They could chalk it up to youthful naivete and ignorance, and assume I had outgrown my liberalism.

But I’m not convinced being unapologetically progressive on social media has led to a net loss of business.  While it probably has lost me business, it also probably has gained me business.  Given the nature of my clientele, I suspect I’ve gained a bit more than I’ve lost.  Just as consumer brands like Nike, Tommy Hilfiger, Dick’s Sporting Goods, Lyft, and Airbnb that have taken progressive stances don’t seem to have experienced a net loss of business, it’s possible something similar can happen to sole proprietors and individual employees like me.

But if I’ve guessed wrong about about that, if speaking out has hurt me more than helped, I’ll accept the financial consequences. At the risk of sounding self-righteous, I’d rather die financially poorer than morally poorer. 

Criticism #2: Speaking Out Is Divisive

This country is really dangerously divided, and I hate to think I might be making it even more so due to my social media blatherings. 

But the things that are most dividing America — bigotry, poor-bashing, greed, political corruption, unnecessary wars, etc. – undoubtedly will get much worse if we all shrug them off and effectively treat them as normal and acceptable. Indifference to divisiveness begets even more divisiveness.

I do try, with mixed results, to avoid using a tone that is needlessly divisive.  For instance, I try to avoid ad hominem attacks, and other types cathartic snottyness. I also mix in personal posts — have you seen enough of my new grandson yet? — and self-effacing humor to partially disarm people who say I’m taking myself too seriously.

But as much as I’d love to stay mute about public affairs issues, I don’t. The most divisive thing anyone can do is remain silent in the face of the toxic conservative policies and rhetoric that are tearing America apart.

Criticism #3: Speaking Out Is Futile

This is the criticism that gives me the most pause.  I’ll admit, speaking out on social media frequently feels totally ineffectual.  With most political exchanges on social media, minds are not changed, which often leaves me feeling exhausted and discouraged.

At the same time, social media has increasingly become a huge source of news for voters. Increasingly, people don’t subscribe to news publications, and don’t seek them out much. Increasingly, they get their news from what is shared on social media. I hate to leave this powerful news platform to conservatives, so I share things the some friends wouldn’t otherwise have seen.

Speaking out on social media has worked for conservatives, so why wouldn’t it work for progressives? For many years I’ve seen conservatives who are vocal on social media channels making significant messaging gains, in these three ways.

  • Conversion. First, conservatives’ social media posts do change the occasional minds of swing voters, or voters who swing back and forth between parties in their voting patterns. Though I’m pretty sure changing minds is roughly as rare for conservatives as it is for liberals, it does happen.  I have friends who have become more conservative over the years in part because of the relentless conservative messaging they encounter on social media.  Just because conversation is relatively rare, doesn’t mean it never happens and can’t impact the kinds of close elections that are so commonplace these days.
  • Retention.  Second, conservative posts help keep other conservatives conservative. That is, “preaching to the choir” ensures that conservatives are not tempted to listen to the liberal devils in their lives.  It gives them ammunition for bar stool discussions.  For any political movement, retention of supporters over time is not a given. Preventing erosion of support requires sustained repetition and reinforcement of messaging, and social media posting does that.
  • Activation. Probably most importantly, conservative social media posters keep conservatives informed, entertained, and engaged, which sometimes helps move conservatives from being passive supporters into becoming activists and voters.  That evolution helps conservatives win close elections.

If conversion, retention, and activation are happening at the hands of conservative social media posters, I see no reason why liberal social media posters can’t make the same gains.

In fact, social media outreach arguably is more badly needed on the left, since progressives don’t have the equivalent of Fox News and conservative talk radio hosts persuading and re-persuading millions of conservatives on a daily basis. 

Why Bother?

To be sure, conversion, retention, and activation don’t happen without lots of relentless effort, and the weakening and loss of friendships. There are two quotes that frequently bounce around in my head when I’m pondering whether my incessant blathering is worth it.

One is from an author named Jim Watkins:


“A river cuts through rock not because of its power but because of its persistence.”  


Maybe that sounds trite, but when it comes to persuasion, it’s true. That metaphor helps this exhausted progressive social media gasbag stay patient, motivated, and persistent.

The other quote I can’t stop thinking about is from another Nicole Schulman, an author and daughter of a Nazi Holocaust-era Jew:

“Nice people made the best Nazis. My mom grew up next to them. They got along, refused to make waves, looked the other way when things got ugly and focused on happier things than “politics.” They were lovely people who turned their heads as their neighbors were dragged away. You know who weren’t nice people? Resisters.”

I’m ashamed to say, I’m pretty hard-wired to be “the best Nazi” that Schulman’s mom saw. I’m a conflict averse guy. I’m insecure enough to instinctively want to please everyone. So wading into the much-hated “politics on Facebook” isn’t instinctive or comfortable for me. 


Still, I can’t stand the thought of remaining silent as conservatives dominate social media channels unrebutted, and fascism grows unabated.  With the stakes that high, annoying my friends with political posts on Facebook feels like a democratic duty that’s well worth the trade-off. 

Now We Understand Why Cassidy Hutchinson’s Testimony was “Urgent”

Watching tbe Cassidy Hutchinson testimony the other day I kept asking, “This is all pretty juicy, but what exactly about it did the committee see that made it ‘urgent’?”

Today’s subpoena for Trump’s top lawyer, Pat Cipollone, confirms what sharper legal minds than me understood. Namely that young miss Hutchinson was placing first-person eyewitness fingerprints on office elders who both knew what in hell was going down but were either unable or uninterested in doing anything about it. And that sliding her into the careful sequencing of testimonies was a vital strategic play.

More to the point, with D.C. basically taking a nap for another couple weeks, now was a good time to peel the scab off people like Cipollone and ex-restaurateur/voting fraudster/Trump wingman, Mark Meadows, and give them a few days to decide how far down the sewer of history they really want to get flushed for Donald Trump. The consensus suspicion being that while Meadows — the guy on his couch doom scrolling on his cellphone as the armed mob attacked the capitol — is so deep in the drain he’s beyond rescue, Cipollone, a guy with a real career and reputation might … might … finally see the wisdom in getting on the ethical side of The Big Lie.

As I read this morning, the betting line is that while Cipollone might … might … consent to a written deposition, it is unlikely he will step up to a John Dean moment and place his face on national TV for all of the world and MAGA Nation to see. Cipollone — introduced to Trump by FoxNews’ Laura Ingraham — has to be seeking advice on how to A: Maintain good standing with his ultra-Catholic/Federalist Society social and professional bases, while, B: Not getting rendered a historical stooge and sap for going down with the Trump ship of fools.

It may be a fascination unique to me, but much like John Roberts getting stampeded by a rampaging Supreme Court bearing his name, Cipollone is another old school, educated, well-mannered Republican watching his legacy getting tucked inside a flaming bag of manure and dumped on the streets of DC. Put another way, after enabling all sorts of fire-breathing, borderline unethical behavior in the name of “conservative values”, guys like Roberts and Cipollone are getting third-degree burns from vandals with neither manners or morals.

Cipollone is certainly also aware of what the House Committee has in its possession and is preparing to play next. And that would be, as ex-Republican Cong. Denver Riggleman and committee investigator told Nicole Wallace yesterday, a trove of text and e-mail messages from Meadows to … well, very likely to and from characters closely aligned with if not including the Proud Boys, Oathkeepers and other members of a carefully oreganized, armed riot.

As White House counsel who had constant interaction with sewer rats like Meadows, Cipollone has to be thinking how he can create safe distance from that kind of reckless, indictable idiocy.

There is Only One Way to Restore a Representative Supreme Court

In the aftermath of the Supreme Court overturning Roe v Wade we’ve heard the usual, predictable cries from liberals and Democrats. You know it because you’ve heard it before. “By god, we’re going to fight!”

“Fight” being a standard, and I would say treadworn cry from every politician desperate to rally supporters after some miserable defeat. It sounds fierce … but I’m sorry, it’s lame. It’s been rendered as stale as “thoughts and prayers” after each day’s mass shooting.

Nancy Pelosi’s “fight song” is calling for Democrats to, you know, get out and “vote” in November, and presumably throw out the current bunch of rat bastards. To which I say, “Yeah, great. By all means. Vote Democrat. That’ll slow them down for a while … maybe. Or at least until the next election when the bastards surge back, promising to restore $2 gas, close the borders and slap down the silly, woke mob.”

But let’s get real. Voting in fresh liberal troops is utterly transitory.

Post the Roe decision, we liberals can see our dilemna clearly and without any credible disputing evidence. We are dealing with an emboldened Supreme Court packed (via naked connivery) with conservative ideologues. These are partisan zealots with life appointments. And they’ve proven beyond any doubt that they are willing to override any legislation and any will of the people, no matter how long established and no matter how deep and vocal the reaction from the substantial majority of citizens.

Point being … unless “the Supreme Court problem” is resolved, no hard-fought legislative action or lower court victories ever mean anything. Literally everything is negatable, even after 50 years of being established law with the constant support of 70% of voting-age adults.

Which brings us to the one “fight” liberals must focus on with the intensity, focus and connivery, if necessary, that conservatives used to bring down Roe.

And that is … the elimination of the electoral college.

As many have noted, not one, not two, not three, but five of the votes against Roe were delivered from justices appointed by presidents who lost the popular vote. Alito and Roberts by George W. and of course, Gorsuch, Kavanaugh and Barrett by that incorruptible conservative intellectual powerhouse, Donald Trump, (a guy who we have no reason to suspect has ever been personally involved in an abortion.)

Here’s a breakdown of the serious obstacles to neutering the electoral college by constitutional amendment and … and … an explanation of how the National Popular Vote Interstate Compact could achieve the same end. Basically, once enough states pass the NPVIC into law to reach 270 electoral votes, the archaic Electoral College, created 250 years before 80% of the American population was living in cities, would be rendered moot.

(In Minnesota the Democrat-led House passed the NPVC in 2019, but it has been blocked by Senate-controlled Republicans ever since.)

It goes without saying that the current Supreme Court ideologues, driven by Sam Alito, will search high and low for another “novel legal argument” to overturn an NPVIC law. And can we say that after ramrodding both the Citizens United decision (all the dark money any politician could ever want) and the defeat of Roe, Alito is now a far, far more consequential figure than the hapless John Roberts?

And this is where the white hot focus of liberal legal scholars, big donors and activists becomes essential. They/we have to accept as brutal fact that all their “fighting” for, you name it, gay rights, climate legislation, gun control, immigration reform and on and on … and on and on … is for nought as long as the Electoral College keeps sending popular vote losers to the White House.

Given the other brutal fact, namely that the liberal coalition is a sprawling mash-up of hundreds of interest groups, many with little to no overlap, such a white hot focus strikes me … at this moment … as futile. Where conservative ideologues can coalesce behind a handful of issues — i.e. anything smacking of white Christian rights, more guns, lower taxes for the wealthy and resistance to silly woke liberalism — the progressive agenda is a longer read than your average Stephen King novel, and in some ways just as scary.

But you tell me, can you point to any other single “fight” promising as much deep and pervasive reform as putting an axe to the neck of the Electoral College?

Dr. Quack Runs for Governor

Republican gubernatorial nominee Scott Jensen just revealed why he is seeking the state’s highest office.

To help Minnesotans access more affordable health care by giving them a public option? Nope. To invest in building a world class education system? No way. To deliver guaranteed family and medical leave to struggling families?  He opposes that too.

Instead, Jensen is positively passionate about retaliating against the Minnesota Board of Medical Practice!

What did the Board, which exists to ensure the public is protected from unsafe and ineffective medical practices, do to Jensen?  According to Jensen, the Board is investigating him for encouraging the use of ivermectin.  In February 2022, Web MD explained the latest research on ivermectin.



Ivermectin, the controversial anti-parasitic drug, does not help treat mild to moderate COVID-19, another new study has found.

“The study findings do not support the use of ivermectin for patients with COVID-19,” researchers said in the study published last week in JAMA Internal Medicine.

There have been reports of people becoming hospitalized after taking ivermectin, and the FDA has even warned against its use.

The authors of the new study acknowledge the controversy: “Although some early clinical studies suggested the potential efficacy of ivermectin in the treatment and prevention of COVID-19, these studies had methodologic weaknesses.”



Even worse, Jensen also had been encouraging the public to endanger their neighbors by defying mask mandates during lethal COVID spikes.  The Hill reports on what the world’s top public health experts have learned about such mandates:



The BMJ, a global health care publisher, released a massive review Thursday that analyzed 72 studies from around the world to evaluate how non-pharmaceutical health measures reduced cases of COVID-19. Researchers found measures like hand-washing, wearing masks and physical distancing significantly reduced incidences of COVID-19. 

Researchers found that wearing a mask could reduce COVID-19 incidence by 53 percent. 

One experiment across 200 countries showed 45.7 percent fewer COVID-19 related deaths in countries where mask wearing was mandatory, according to the study. In the U.S., one study reported a 29 percent reduction in COVID-19 transmission in states where mask wearing was required. 

That’s a lot of research that Dr. J is ignoring in order to pander to the extreme anti-science right wing of his party. I don’t throw the term “quack” around lightly. But if someone talks like a quack and acts like a quack, then they might just be a quack. 

Here’s hoping the Board isn’t spooked by this political bullying, and does the job Minnesota patients depend on it to do.

If the Jensen experiment works, the retaliation model could become a rich vein of recruiting new Republican office-seekers. 

Tax cheats can be recruited to run to retaliate against the Minnesota Department of Revenue.

Polluters can be recruited to run retaliate against the Minnesota Pollution Control Agency.

Enemies of democracy can be recruited to run to retaliate against the Minnesota Secretary of State’s office.

Abusive cops can be recruited to run to retaliate against the Minnesota Attorney General’s office.

Criminals can be recruited to run to retaliate against the Minnesota Bureau of Criminal Apprehension.

More quacks, tax cheats, democracy enemies, polluters, abusers, and criminals in public office!  What could possibly go wrong?

How We Could Kick Inflation’s Butt

Guest Post by Noel Holston

Inflation is killing us, OK. Paychecks don’t go as far as they did, like, oh, two days ago. Fixed incomes are anything but that in adjusted terms. A gallon of gas costs as much as a latte with a shot of hazelnut at Starbucks.

We keep waiting for the President or the Congress or the Fed or the DOE or the NRA to make it stop.

But this is not entirely a top-down issue. We can do something about inflation ourselves. We are not powerless.

If you read up on our current surge in prices, you will find that economic experts widely agree that the uptick-tick-tick is the result of multiple factors, including global supply-chain snarls, disruptions set in motion by Russia’s monstrous attack on Ukraine, and pent-up consumer demand bursting out of the pandemic lockup like steam from an overheated boiler.

We can’t fix the supply chain and, sad to say, we can’t collectively will Vladimir Putin to melt like a wicked witch in water.

We can do something about our own spending. Demand does have an impact on price.

So, we could:

Drive less. I don’t mean stop altogether. Most of us have jobs to get to, kids who have soccer practice or piano lessons, votes to cast. But we could all reduce our weekly mileage by 10 percent or more if we just planned better and walked and biked more. We Americans burned up 135 billion gallons of gasoline in 2021. Ten percent of that is 13.5 billion gallons. Multiply that by $4 or $5. Not small change we’d be saving.

Eat less. Don’t starve your kids or yourselves, for Pete’s sake, but come on. Have you seen our country’s obesity numbers? There are a 100 million of us, easily, who could stand to eat less every day. Go on a diet. Eat more garbanzos and kidney beans and less meat.

Walk. Yes, I’ve already mentioned it once, but it can’t be mentioned enough. Don’t just walk for fun, either. Find someplace you can reasonably reach on foot and go there for a product or service you would ordinarily drive to.

Some of these ideas may sound familiar, and not just because they’re obvious. Some of us are already making these kinds of changes.

But they’re the sort of things President Gerald Ford was talking about in 1974 when his administration launched Whip Inflation Now (WIN), a campaign aimed at getting everyday people, private citizens, to change some habits in hopes of bringing down inflation that was running 12.3 percent.

Suggested actions for citizens included carpooling, lowering thermostat settings, and planting home vegetable gardens.

Corny or not, WIN wasn’t a stupid idea.

Complete with lapel buttons like something from a home-front solidarity campaign during World War II, WIN never caught on big and was mercilessly ridiculed. Skeptics and naysayers wore the buttons upside down, turning WIN to NIM and claiming the letters stood for “No Immediate Miracles” or “Need Immediate Money.”

But there was actually nothing wrong with the WIN ideas. The problem was the feeble response, the widespread refusal by citizens to take personal responsibility and act collectively.

We, the people, can’t end this inflationary cycle by ourselves, but we can make a difference. And taking actions individually with the common good in mind would not only have some impact on prices, it would be better for the planet and our own health.

I think that’s what’s known as a WIN-WIN proposition.

Note: Noel Holston is a freelance writer who lives in Athens, Georgia. He regularly shares his insights and wit at Wry Wing Politics. He’s also a contributing essayist to Medium.com, TVWorthWatching.com, and other websites. He previously wrote about television and radio at Newsday (200-2005) and, as a crosstown counterpart to the Pioneer Press’s Brian Lambert, at the Star Tribune  (1986-2000).  He’s the author of “Life After Deaf: My Misadventures in Hearing Loss and Recovery,” by Skyhorse.

On Election “Cheating” Charge, Scott Jensen Should Be forced To Put Up Or Shut Up


It’s one thing to lie for political gain.  That happens all the time. But until Donald Trump became a political figure, it was almost unheard of for politicians to incite angry mobs with unsubstantiated calls to jail political opponents. 

But the disease of authoritarianism is contagious.

Recently, the Star Tribune obtained an audio recording documenting GOP gubernatorial nominee Scott Jensen sounding like a whole lot like a dictator.

Speaking April 23 at the Minnesota Third Congressional District Republican organizing convention in Plymouth, Jensen sparked loud cheers from the crowd when he warned that “the hammer’s coming down” on Simon, a DFLer.

“We are not voter suppressors. We have a simple attitude: Make sure that every ballot in the box belongs there. Make sure that it’s easy to vote, hard to cheat, and if you cheat, you’re going to jail,” Jensen said. “And Steve Simon, you maybe better check out to see if you look good in stripes, because you’ve gotten away with too much, too long under [Minnesota Attorney General Keith] Ellison, and the hammer’s coming down.”

Understandably, this Putin-esque moment in a state whose residents can’t stop telling the world how “nice” it is made national news. The audio shows that Jensen is stooping as low it takes to win authoritarian-loving Trump voters who get aroused bellowing “lock him up” about anyone with differing views.

Just because Jensen looks at first glance like a kindly made-for-TV doctor doesn’t mean this isn’t scary stuff. When a politician becomes willing to act like an authoritarian in order to appeal to voters with authoritarian instincts, that politician has become an authoritarian.

At the risk of becoming Secretary of State Simon’s cellmate, I must point out that Trump did lose. In fact, he lost “bigly,” by 7 million popular votes and 74 electoral votes, the largest popular vote loss by an incumbent president since Herbert Hoover. In 2020, Trump lost by the same margin that Trump in 2016 characterized as a “landslide.” Trump’s 2020 loss has been upheld by dozens of Republican election officials and Republican-appointed judges.

Given all of that, what exactly has Simon “gotten away with,” to use Jensen’s vague language? He is simply telling the truth about Trump’s substantial 2020 loss. There are no credible facts indicating any law-breaking by Simon. There is no evidence of mass voter fraud happening under Simon’s watch.

During the worst pandemic in a century, Simon oversaw a state electoral system that produced the best turnout of any state in the nation. The Minnesota Republican party’s standard bearer really thinks he should be jailed for that?

An accusation this baseless and irresponsible should not be shrugged off by political reporters, or treated as a “one and done” story. This is not some innocent gaffe about a harmless issue. Reporters should be following up to demand that Jensen either 1) produce evidence substantiating his allegations and file charges or 2) publicly correct the record and apologize for his outrageous recklessness.

I can already feel the whataboutism coming my way from conservative trolls, so let me add that this standard absolutely should also apply to any Democratic office holder who calls for jailing of opponents without supporting evidence.

While some Democrats have called for jailing Trump and Trump officials, they have done so pointing to a mountain of credible evidence (e.g. a Trump signed hush money check to Stormy, financial documents filed in court indicating manipulation of asset values to commit tax fraud, etc.) and, in many cases, formal investigations and court filings (e.g. the 19 legal actions pending against Trump). With the Simon allegations, nothing of the sort exists.

With an allegation and call to action this dangerous, the guardians of democracy in the fourth estate have an obligation to make Jensen “put up or shut up.”

Think about it this way: If a politician witnessed a rape, carjacking or murder, and could identify the wrongdoers but opted to not to file charges, their refusal would be, quite justifiably, huge news. That politician rightfully would be held accountable for not doing his or her civic duty in order to protect the public from further harm.

On the other hand, if follow-up reporting uncovered that this politician’s version of the alleged violent crime was bogus, that also would and should be banner headline news.

The same should hold true with these allegations of mass voter fraud. Jensen is accusing Simon of destroying the most important thing in our beloved representative democracy — free and fair elections. If someone elected to run elections really did somehow defile America’s democratic crown jewel, he should be punished to the full extent of the law.

But again, where is Jensen’s evidence of that crime? Where are Jensen’s formal charges that can be scrutinized in an independent judicial proceeding? If neither evidence nor charges are forthcoming, where is Jensen’s unambiguous correction and apology?

And finally, and importantly, where is the follow-up reporting that a democracy needs to survive this growing tide of demagoguery and authoritarianism?

At Long, Long … Last Some Actual Reporting on Minnesota PUBLIC Radio

Amid the crush of news, good, bad, horrifying and ridiculous, it is easy to shuffle past a piece from a largely unknown source burrowing into the bureaucracy of a respected state icon. But anyone who values serious, thorough reporting owes it to themselves to read all of Jay Boller’s exploration of the inner functioning of Minnesota Public Radio, (i.e. AMPG). If only because his story is the only thing like it produced in the past half dozen years.

Boller is a co-founder of an on-line local news start-up called “The Racket”, which more or less created itself from writers laid off at City Pages when the Star Tribune shut it down a year ago. The Strib owning City Pages, the last remnant of the Twin Cities’ once robust alternative press, was always problematic in that when functioning properly the alternative press regularly surveilled the Strib and other legacy media operations and reported on their weaknesses and failures. Failings with important consequences for their audiences.

Boller’s MPR story is remarkable on several levels, and I say that as someone once in the business of covering local media. (The fact my employer was far, far more interested in celebrity gossip is a story running on a separate but parallel track.)

There was far less of that kind of coverage when the Strib was paying the salaries of people like Boller, and Mike Mullen, to name one other whose by-line I miss. And there was none at all once they were cut loose.

I have railed on before about the way MPR … i.e. Minnesota Public Radio … was arguably the least transparent and forthcoming of any local media operation I had to deal with. (In later years, the Star Tribune managed to equal MPR in opacity.) The place was a vault, by design and edict .. as best I and anyone else who approached could ever tell. Feel free to tweet David Brauer and Adam Platt to see how much their experiences covering MPR differ from mine.

The comparison of conversations with any level of MPR and say one of the local TV stations was always startling. Most reporters and many managers enjoyed or at least tolerated the standard thrust and parry, shuck and jive of a fellow reporter digging into their business. Such people are proudly combative and hardly defenseless. But the inescapable impression from interacting with MPR, at any level for any reason, was that employees there were, to put it bluntly but not necessarily hyperbolically — fearful of saying … anything.

The essence of Boller’s piece is that a lot of changfe and attrition has been going on at MPR this past couple years and now, with so many newsroom casualties, some are willing to talk.

It’s a solid story with solid numbers. He and his sources focus on a highly-corporatized, boardroom-to-boardroom focused financial strategy rewarding executives at frankly absurd levels, for a public media operation, while ignoring commensurate “compensation” for news staff and women in particular, or so Boller’s sources argue.

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The presence of Strib owner Glen Taylor’s daughter as MPR’s CEO naturally invites speculation as to why no one at the Strib has ever produced a story even close to Boller’s aggression.

Reading Boller, my spit-take moment was the $580,000 annual “compensation” for one high(er) ranking MPR executive. That character was memorable for once inviting me over for a friendly get-to-know-you coffee, a routine enough encounter with local TV and radio managers, but previously unheard of by anyone at MPR.

The chat was friendly and professional. But weeks later, when I naively assumed he would be open to commenting on the next MPR story I was working on, he recoiled, pleading that I needed to “protect” him. And then he was gone … into the familiar MPR ghost zone, never to be heard from again.

“Protect” him from who, for chrissake? And for what?

It wasn’t like I was asking him to confirm management had wheeled in hookers and blow for the MPR Christmas party. I forget the specific story, but it was standard management decision stuff. The kind of thing I could reliably get Stanley Hubbard on the phone to comment on. And Stanley doesn’t run a public company.

That all said, the one area I encourage Boller — or anyone — to look at more closely is the pervasive claim of gender discrimination at MPR. His sources paint a picture of systemic “old boy” culture and under-compensation for women. But given MPR’s history of women in news room management, on their news reporting staff and the near complete evolution from male to female jocks at The Current, I’d like a little more certainty supporting that charge.

Simultaneous with digesting Boller’s piece I came across this on the site of one of my favorite bloggers, Kevin Drum, formerly of Mother Jones.

Feeding off an Intercept piece on the internecine flight within progressive, non-profit organizations, Drum writes, “The widespread revolt of young staffers, especially in the nonprofit space, is the subject of endless talk within the progressive movement, but you’d never know it on the outside because it’s been written about only in bits and pieces that never quite add up to a full story.”

Adding, “The clash [Ryan] Grim describes between workers and management has been brewing for a while—since the election of Donald Trump, at least—but took off in earnest only after the 2020 murder of George Floyd by Minneapolis police. Staffers at progressive nonprofits, in a game of follow the leader, all began issuing demands, writing manifestos, and declaring that the organizations they worked for were hopelessly misogynistic, classist, white supremacist, and, inevitably, ‘unsafe’.”

Point being: it’s a perspective on a kind of woke herd mentality, worth apply to and testing on at least one level of the MPR situation described by Boller.

Finally, here’s a link to The Racket … and your opportunity to be a … wait for it MPR fans … subscribing member. I haven’t checked their 990s, but I doubt Boller or anyone else over there is pulling down $580,000 in public “compensation.”