The shit is gonna hit the fan today.
From "The Minnesota Daily":
“March Against Minnesota Fraud,” organized by conservative influencer Jake Lang, is planned for Saturday at 12 p.m. at Minneapolis City Hall.
According to the Minnesota Star Tribune, Rep. Mohamud Noor said he is fearful of the protest moving to areas with high Somali populations, such as the Cedar-Riverside neighborhood. Activists also expect the protest to travel through the University of Minnesota campus.
The protest, which Lang broadcasted on X, calls to “take back” the state from Democrats, following President Donald Trump’s recent scrutiny of Minnesota’s Somali community. The “crusaders”, as Lang called the members of the protest in his X post, plan to start at Minneapolis’ city hall.
The Minneapolis Police Inspector Bill Peterson told Minneapolis residents Tuesday in a monthly community safety meeting that the city has prepared for the event, adding that they are “hyper-aware” that the Cedar-Riverside neighborhood could be a target due to their large Somali population.
Gruss moaning, all good people. I greet you well.
We've only just got the house back to ourselves, though we'll lose it again late next week, Friday having been set as the day of my brother-in-law's funeral. I wasn't close to him, incidentally - he's my wife's loss, though he wasn't particularly familiar with her. He moved away decades ago, and we scarce heard from him or saw him since. He never married, though, so there's only us - my wife being the oldest sister - to take care of his affairs and see him burried.
All the bustle and commotion this past week has been far too distracting for me to digest such news as there has been, and so I have nothing worthwhile to post in that regard.
I do have something, of my own, which I proffer as my gift and apology to you.
Now, to give you the wider context, some time very close to Christmas in 1971, I was on one of those old back-loading open platform double-decker busses that were still, at the time, to be seen in great numbers on British roads. These busses had a sort of bench seat along the width of the bus, behind the driver, so anybody sitting there would be facing everybody else on...
