Notes from a {prole} writer in Minneapolis

1/18/26

Yesterday we got a victory.

An epstein files distraction parade (aka hate rally) was scheduled for yesterday around the beautiful Cedar riverside neighborhood. I was wondering how many nazis were going to endure the extreme Minnesota temperature, since men of low character can only endure so much before they quit altogether.

But as tough Minnesotans have shown, they shut that nonsense down immediately; all 10 of them in the rally got chased out and sent evil nazi mc guy crying. (The spread eagled pose is very telling as guys like these surround themselves with men and carnal thoughts contort the body in such suggestive poses…hmm)

I am proud of my fellow Minnesotans and it proved that the turd reich will NEVER fulfill their wet dreams of heroic parades in the streets of America.

Hate is pestilence if you let it happen.

Meanwhile, the page turns ever so.

It’s a Sunday. I work on Sundays, but it turns out, it’s one of my favorite days to work because I’m in NE Minneapolis right after church lets out.

The folks are dressed in their best. The joie de vivre is on full display. The laughter, the conversation and overall friendliness of the people is rejuvenating. I always feel enveloped in heritage and feel lucky to be a small part of this fabled town. The souls of folks like these is the ether of love.