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and I dub thee...

Duluth named a poet laureate. Craig Westover comments again.

First off,
lau·re·ate, adj.
1. Worthy of the greatest honor or distinction: "The nation's pediatrician laureate is preparing to lay down his black bag" (James Traub).
2. Crowned or decked with laurel as a mark of honor.
3. Made of laurel sprigs, as a wreath or crown.

Hrm. OH my, look at this, too...Article I, Section 9?
"No Title of Nobility shall be granted by the United States: And no Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince or foreign State."

Claiming that it only applies to Congress is setting a very bad precedence. Next, consider why it was put there in the first place.

Here's what I say: ANY PUBLIC OFFICIAL WHO ATTEMPTS TO NAME A "LAUREATE" WILL BE ROCKETED OFF THE DOCKS DURING THE NEXT TEA PARTY. Hrmph.

On another note, it's totally kosher for someone to unload at a car that decides to pull away from you. You just have to be a cop! So remember, everyone, when you go out, carry a shiny badge and don't leave your power-trip smirk at home.

No...really...I'm okay...I swear!
-Brenn

Never forget your pizza cutter.

Crazy nails?

We hacksawed this weekend like gristled lumberjacks. Send me flannel.

MacHairy, Luke, the skirt and I spied V for Vendetta on Friday night. I am not going to skid myself about it, but if you haven't seen it, do. Everything positive you've heard is probably true; all negatives, likely tripe. Kind of makes me wish we had a badass who could kill a bunch'a feds with knives [kinda]. What I noticed was that The Man was awfully noodle-fisted compared to ours, aside from the riot-cops in the end. Any explanation?

We tore a hole in the very fabric of Saturday evening. Dan came by to crown the usual suspects, otherwise I've nothing to say 'bout it. Slainte!

Shovel out some LPMN work this week. Meantime, I'll end on a good note.

Who else thinks Nik + a stache = Ron Jeremy?








-Brenn

Sue Jeffers!

Neat! Everybody catch the Star Tribune article on Sue? Make sure to give it a perusal.

"One of them, Andy Lindberg, of south Minneapolis, said Jeffers' affiliation with Libertarians, who are in tune with Republicans on fiscal issues, shouldn't be held against her. Lindberg is chairman of the Republican Liberty Caucus, which he describes as "a bunch of Libertarian-minded Republicans.'

'The party apparatchiks don't want to hear any dissent from the peons and the masses, and they do this at their own peril,' said Lindberg. 'They are in danger of having a lot of [activists] sit on their hands this fall.' "

I like good news.

-Brenn

Gosh-darned short posts. Photo-fun to document Saturday's MNRG bout, though.

I was saying, the evil pivot Bonesetter brick-walling the valiant Mitzi Massacre. See what I mean?




Hay! Look! It's me behind that Atomic Bombshell, and Kari's fishnet legs! To my right (to the left in the photo, for those of you who may be challenged) is Mike--former bassist of friend-band BCNP, who is also (small world) Bonesetter's husband. It looks like Liz is in there, too--on the far left, in the black tank-top, sippin' PBR.



Don't be afraid to go vote in the Wheelies, either.

Usual suspects drinking here this coming Saturday night. Everybody put your helmets on!

-Brenn

oh boy, snips from lewrockwell.com

Can't help but post these two from Lew's site. Anthony Gregory talks about Waco plus:
"There are always groups that receive less sympathy when they go head to head with the state, and the ruling class knows it and thrives off it. During the 1990s, there was more hatred of the militia types and more fear of the rightwing separatists. Nowadays, the scapegoat is Arabs and Muslims. For years, in different ways and to varying extents, it's also been illegal drug users, non-citizens, foreigners, gun owners, home-schoolers, prostitutes, tobacco smokers, divorced fathers, and independent entrepreneurs among others. It can be one group that endures the jackboot today and a seemingly opposing group that suffers tomorrow."

And the futility of our currency, by the excellent Bill Bonner:
"As soon as you leave behind the right angles and quadratic equations, the world goes wobbly. Nobody ever seems to learn anything. Dead men take their secrets to the grave and snicker at the living. It seems that each generation needs to blow itself up, not once, but several times, before it learns to leave the hand grenades alone."

Of which, silver cracked 14.60/Troy today. I predict 18-25 within the next twelve months, unless the Federal Reserve converts to NuBucks.

-Brenn

Damned silly quizzes.

Don't strain yourselves, now.

Barraged by gloveless weekend minutes, the sad antihero sits, tuckered.

Partook in tobacco combustibles at a non-compliant bar in Minneapolis for Friday night's meetup, as I said. The unit reminds me of the Goal Line-passed, but cleaner. Too sporty for me, but HAY--citizens can't be choosers, can they?

The one-two of the Tax Day Protest and the LPMN State Convention; the exhausting part. Most else in attendance will tell you otherwise (positive item, I suppose), but I am not 100% pleased with the event, mostly out of my own execution. Overcritical? HAY--were you there? You saw. Party Business was a circus without the contortionists...we're probably going to have to dedicate two hours to it in ought-seven and ought-eight. Otherwise, 2006 Party Endorsed: Sue Jeffers, Governor; Minneapolis Better Ballot Campaign; Charles Aldrich, US Senate; Mary O'Connor, Hennepin County Commission District 1.

If I can speak for anything else, it is the RollerGirls bout on Saturday night. The Garda Belts--our personal favorites, versus the Atomic Bombshells, rolled for 3rd place. After what appeared to be some dramatic pre-bout team-switching on behalf of former Gardas Cupcake and Head Trauma, the aggression (see: violence) of the pack was a-boil. Desi Cration could not be stopped. Lee an' Friends' favorite, Mitzi Massacre, kept getting pinned in the melee by Bonesetter. Kari and I screamed.

Almost too much sportsmanship in the championship matchup, Rockits versus Dagger Dolls. In a couple of unfriendly yet perfectly legal attempts to tick the clock down near the end of the match, 1) jammer Jawbreaker, in her athletic figure, rolled slowly in front of the more petite jammer Rebel Stella, completely refusing passage or an attempt at any scoring, and 2.) with Jawbreaker in the naughty-girl box, the Rockits pack bolted about the rink, denying any possibility of catching up for the Dagger Dolls jammer. She exposed a prominent middle finger to a grinning Jawbreaker with each pass of the penalty box. Regardless, congrats to the Rockits!

On a non-game note, Kari and I were talking about somethinganother, when I looked up to see a pair of occupied bloomers hurtling at my face. Through the tumble and mayhem, maybe a third of my beer had sopped up in my jeans. The coolest janitor in the world, Wet Spot, came racing over, rags-in-hand. I shrugged, pointed out how any possible mess was self-cleaned, and asked about these darn buttons--he obliged, and I got the "I HELD MY BEER!" one. Are these things numbered?

Traverse to the apartment--Kari is bouncing off the walls like an ADHD case, and Rex and Bonk are in mid-decay on the couch. Poker fizzled out after a few hours, and the exhaustion of the room managed to extinguish Kari's over-enthusiasm for life, and all retired by 2:30 a.m. Unheard of! Sunday was slovenly, as expected, but we did visit Naight before the unemployed slug fleets to France. Good luck, pally!

A short, little downswing,
-Brenn

...

But could they have whooped TWO ninjas?

Harambee!

Harambee! Harambee! Harambee!

Delegate ballots, registration lists, speaker intros, Pad Thai, Netflix, lead azide, the football, platter charge, Star Trek Voyager, taffeta, fix my pants, Kilderkin, Artichoke, Badger, silver market, commodities, Doug Stanhope, Peak Oil, HFS, Electronic Surveillance, Jeremy MacKinney, MySpace Task Force, Evan Williams, Gorizont, Guppy, NSS, MN Rollergirls, LPMN State Convention, Kosiura, Small Pox, Tajik, +=, Blacklisted 411, your mom, AR15, Mad About You, brawls on Selby Avenue indirect result of St Paul smoking ban, Salute Your Shorts, Liberty Center, NZC-332, edition, cards, mania, cigarettes from the motherland, LPMN ExCom, ramshackle, Campbell Mithun, NSES, Sugar Grove, WAS, Cowboy, Gist, 8182, Gatt, Platform, 1911, 1776, Our UMP Payment From LP Bounced, Bank Error, nude business cards, ssor, piz, fritz, KY, 32, Edens, Mitzi Massacre, nathanhawthorne: I think it's only natural that campbell mithun have it's own myspace...closethestate: I'd be its friend, but I am sure you're tracking visitors...nathanhawthorne: ::slap::, Minneapolis Better Ballot Campaign, two-headed baby, I love the skirt, Aladdin, AG, chameleon man.

DOD hits, HERE I COME! See you all on Saturday, one place or another. Convention loading at the LC 10:00, Tax Day Protest 11:00, Convention Setup 1:00, Convention 2:00, Rollergirls bout 7:30, Hold 'Em tourney (starts at 7:00) 10:30, poker ??:??. Yarg! In-the-window, though, Smokers' MeetUp at a non-compliant Minneapolis bar tomorrow night. Can't go wrong.

-Brenn

Walk on.

So...Jim paid up his loss-in-wager. He went to the neighborhood bullion guy, and managed to find me a 1 Troy oz. Johnnie Walker bar of .999. Johnnie and I go WAY back. See?





<-----That's Johnnie.

A short one tonight--a well-stacked week. A little Convention prepwork from home tomorrow, Peak Oil Meetup and time with the skirt on Wednesday, may be taking Thursday off to rest and finish the details of the schedule and my Saturday interludes, and the beast begins.

More to history, but Saturday with the other enemies of the state was bombastic. Luke danced. MacKinney's photography to follow.

gersput!
-Brenn

Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog

Mrs. T's; can't go wrong. Garlic the bajeezus out of them. Shat, garlic the bajeezus out of everything. It basically cooks itself.

Silver broke 12 per Troy today; I won the Great Wager with the Evil James Johns. For those lacking recollection: four or five months ago silver was seven and a half, I put an ounce of silver on the price raising to 12 before making a single 15% drop. I based my theory on my doomsaying instinct, Jim basing his counter-wager on 200-day moving averages and general probability. Where're your textbook economics NOW?!

In other news, Luke is weeping in his bedroom because he'll be forced to see Tom Petty when he goes to see Pearl Jam here in St Paul, late June.

Weekend jubilee! Confirmations from Matt B, possibly Rex and MacKinney for Saturday evening.

Friday's on--make sure to lay some tracks.
-Brenn

April and on.

Haven't been out in St Paul since Thursday night, and won't be, 'less I can find someplace non-compliant to support. The last evening to legally smoke in a public bar in St Paul was a good see-off, though.

I was a gaping maw of financial destruction on Saturday night, but even if I had lost the rent, it still would have been an excellent time. Swords-a-banter madness. That drunk Andy keeps things moving along, barbs and all.

Different kinds of work, but no important bookings this week.

Cue the violin, now. I've bad news. Our Daniel Malice is no longer in support of The Jacobins. Naight Bertz, Ryan Redbeard, and Corey Hammer still plan on keeping the tank rocking, but that doesn't mean it'll be the same. Best of luck to all of you--I am sure we'll share in a libation soon, band or no band.

*raises lowball*
-Brenn