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Fessing up
The previous post may have revealed an aspect of Trump’s life that prompted Jeffery Epstein to hang himself in Rykers Prison. So this post is about the bare facts. In that vein I’d direct you to this editorial in the Duluth News Tribune Sorry, Duluth City Hall, that’s not transparency If you don’t subscribe to the Trib here is a snippet:
“The community has a right to know what our elected officials are being pressed for, criticized for, or praised for via the messages they receive.
But no more. City Hall announced on Sept. 12 that the single email address that reaches all councilors will no longer be used. Residents were encouraged instead to email councilors individually. Privately and outside of the public eye, in other words.
And somehow, according to the city, that change is “to increase transparency,” as Public Information Officer Kelli Latuska wrote in the announcement. Huh?”
In the past reporters could see what citizens were telling our counselors. Its a fount of info in our Reporter lite world and closing it to the public is like Donald Trump killing government in the reporting of weather, the economy, crime stats…you name it. Ignorance is only bliss to totalitarian Propaganda machines. When I was on the Duluth School Board a proposal like this was flown and opposed by me but I’m not sure what the 709 District’s policy is now.
What I’d like to direct your attention to is the link to the forum the DNT held for School Board candidates. That is the one my untimely fall from my garage rafters prevented me from attending. I called editor Chuck Frederick the day in advance in a tizzy offering to show myself on a zoom screen and he said their tech was not up to it. We negotiated a solo interview and I’m pleased with it.
This is the link to the story with video. I don’t know if you need a DNT subscription to watch it.
As you page down you will see that my solo participation is below the threesome.

Now about fessing up. I will tell you this before bearing all and explaining why I can’t sit down today without considerable discomfort 11 days after my Humpty Dumpty act. When I was a kid I knew that if I ever lost my swim trunks diving in a public pool I would have no option but to commit suicide. I’m 74 now and no longer quite so bashful.
I like fesses as a word because early one I learned it is a bashful way of saying “bum” in french.
So, this tastefully posed selfie is what I’m dealing with and why I’m not out on the hustings: I’ve just taken a second advil after taking two Tylenols and am still on my knees on the floor typing this.
My better half balked at the fesses so I cropped the behind. Note the skin storm rages across my back.

