The end of Sen. Sanders’ campaign is deeply saddening, but right now we can’t let down the people his movement is meant to help.
As such, I am deeply saddened that Sen. Bernie Sanders’ campaign for president has come to an end. I’m also deeply saddened by the vitriol and absolutism coming from fellow Berners on social media.
To paraphrase Prince, “never” and “forever” are a mighty long time, people.
Continue reading “Bernie’s my guy…but I’ll never be a Trump enabler.”
Year to year, knee to knee and back to knuckles, there’s a moral to this gobshite’s tale.
We all limped hurriedly toward the doors of Sanford Orthopedics & Sports Medicine Walk-In Clinic.
An oxymoron if ever there was one. Continue reading “…from their limping…”
When a police officer stops a white woman for a minor infraction and asks to see her black passenger’s ID, is it justified? No, it’s racial profiling. And it’s illegal.
The police officer approached the idling car from behind in a Fargo, N.D., parking lot off of 13th Avenue South. He flipped on his flashers, opened his door and approached the vehicle. Continue reading “Racial Profiling in the Heartland”
You gotta love social media. It makes communication with your congresspeople so “right now.”
I probably shouldn’t have done it. The Tweeted response did absolutely nothing to elevate the national debate.
But – Damn! – it felt good.
And for just a few moments it took the edge off of my jagged frustration with Republicans in the U.S. Congress.
Continue reading “Social Media – Tell Your Elected Officials What You Really Think”
We got the car out. Finally. We were incredibly thankful to Mr. Jackwagon for rolling down his window and scolding us about the vehicles pulled off to the side with their hazards on. In blizzard conditions.
You know who you are.
You’re the guy who just drove past me and four other people who were trying to get a car unstuck at the entrance to a side street right off of 17th Avenue South, Fargo.
In blizzard conditions.
You’re the guy who did not stop to help. You’re the guy who, instead, took the time to lower your power driver’s side window and yell, in a menacing voice as you drove on by, “Hey, you can’t just park your cars in the middle of the street!”
UND hockey has a rich tradition of excellence; nine national championships speak loudly to it. Maybe it’s time to support that excellence by vocalizing support for the team that’s on the ice, in the classroom and at the alumni center.
I’ve always been a fan of University of North Dakota (UND) hockey. My father was in school there when I was born, and my folks used to take me to games all the time. Through the years, I’ve been happy when the teams have had success.
There’s been lots of it. According to the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA), “North Dakota is one of two teams with eight national championships. The Fighting Hawks have won a national championship in all but two decades since its birth.”
But if you’re familiar with UND hockey, you understand how those two sentences describe a sadness that’s hard to miss in the Ralph Engelstad Arena.
NCAA. Fighting Hawks.
