The RNC Anarchy Revelation (not Revolution)

Wanna know the difference between an anarchist and a pseudo-anarchist?

An anarchist understands that all things oppressive and hierarchical are feeble and absurd attempts at some sort of systematic order, and therefore finds party conventions, riot police, and organized hurricane evacuations laughable in light of their final eventualities.

A pseudo-anarchist breaks a Macy's window in downtown St. Paul in the name of anarchy, and then runs from the police.

Just sayin'.

The RNC Sucks Nuts Update

So, you got into your car just after 4:30 PM, and there was smoke billowing just across the river in downtown St. Paul. You're assuming this was probably tear gas as one of the smoke clouds was green.

At work, you had a perfect view of all the douchebaggery going on across the river. There was stalled traffic, and riot police all over Wabasha, and far to the south on the same river, a hurricane was hitting Louisiana. Nice.

Luckily, the protesters and police were pretty much fully engaged as you were leaving work, so you actually got out of there pretty quickly. For once, the douchebags were keeping each other busy, and they left you to your own devices. The only hold up was a long line of traffic headed to Harriet Island, but you were going the opposite direction.
Goodbye, St. Paul. You won't be coming back until all this bullshit is over with.

The Time to Drive to St. Paul and Attempt to Avoid RNC Delegates and the Associated Protesting

You did not shower. You're wearing your all black Twins cap because your hair is a mess.

You hope you get to St. Paul without incident. God knows you'd hate to miss work on Labor Day.

The Still Don't Give a Shit About the RNC Update

So, getting to work in St. Paul has been uneventful for the most part. The worst part has been on 94 where people are attempting to get off on Snelling in order to get to the the Minnesota State Fair. There's always a long line of cars on the offramp, and they're so backed up that one of the lanes on the interstate is blocked.

Also, this morning there was a nice wreck on 94 in Minneapolis just before the bridge, so there was a traffic jam ON SUNDAY MORNING. These church going types need to learn how to drive.

There are cops everywhere. You drove by two traffic stops on my way home from work tonight. There are unmarked police cars parked here and there around work.

The big day is tomorrow. Thank god the president W and his bulldog, Cheney, decided not to come to St. Paul due to hurricane weather. That should make your drive work in the morning a little easier.

You have your fingers crossed for an easy drive to work an back, but you're certain at least one or both will be hell.

Shit hit the fan at work. All these emails came down the pipe. Anyone working tomorrow MUST have their parking permit, and MUST have their ID badge. We have to park in special places behind the building, and we have to enter through the trucking bay doors, because the front of the building will be blocked and locked.

Who would want to bomb Castcom? Well, actually, a lot of their customers would like to bomb them, but not for political reasons.

You've been getting a lot of wackos calling in too. Some dipshit called in and started yelling at you because CSPAN was showing an old interview with Dick Cheney. He wanted you to shut down CSPAN because the speech is politically biased, blah, blah, blah. And you were like, "Um, sir...number one...you've reached tech support for high-speed internet. Two, Castcom doesn't control CSPAN, they just broadcast it. And, three, do you really think Castcom cares what you think, or me for that matter?"

His response: "Well, Castcom is the 800-pound gorilla! You know what I mean! The gorilla in the room!"

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

You transferred him to a supervisor's voicemail just to get rid of him.

The Don't Give a Shit About the RNC Update

Minneapolis, Minn. - You didn't give a rat's ass about the RNC again today. You had the day off and you didn't do much, but you sure as hell didn't think about the RNC being in town starting next week.

At one point, around 3:30 PM, you did go to the gym. You decided to just do cardio today, because your delts, chest, obliques, and abs are still sore from your previous two days' workouts. But you still didn't give a shit that the RNC will be in St. Paul starting Monday.

You watched a few episodes of King of Queens you had on your DVR. But, as much of a waste of time as that was, you still weren't bored enough to care that the Republic national convention was in town.

You did some laundry. Towels mostly. You used liquid Tide, and Bounce fabric softener, but you could give a shit less that the RNC is about to start.

STAY TUNED!

The STAY TUNED: Republican National Convention is in town, and it's a pain in the ass

It's your intention to give an unadulterated view of what it's like to live in Minneapolis, and work in Saint Paul, and still attempt to ignore the fact that the Republican National Convention will be in town.

You're doing a pretty good job so far.

The worst part will be Monday, September 1st. On that day you have to work at 7:30 AM. It's Labor Day, but you're pretty sure traffic is still going to suck super ass because it's the first day of the freakin' RNC.

Reports will follow.

The Herkimer Review

So, there was an incident. You're plastering this review of the Herkimer everywhere.

My girlfriend and I go to the Herk at least twice each month for dinner, and probably another two times in a month just to have a beer and watch the game. We don't go for the food, because the food isn't that great. We don't go for the beer, because the beer isn't that great either. And we certainly don't go for the service, because the service is consistently awful. We go because we live a few blocks away, and we like to support the neighborhood.

Well, that changed last night. We decided on the Herk, because we wanted burgers, beer, and a place to watch the Twins game. The bartender (the douchebag with the sad blonde mohawk. Ooooh, yr so pseudo-punk and stuff) refused to serve us, because, in his words, "One of the waitresses thinks you've had a few too many already."

What?

1. My girlfriend had just gotten off work.
2. He was the first person we'd encountered in the bar.
3. We were ASKING FOR DINNER MENUS.
And, most importantly...
4. We simply hadn't been drinking...yet.

Understand that my GF and I were ready to plunk down at least $50-60 plus tip, if not more (the beer is overpriced, and the food isn't exactly cheap). We are very good tippers, especially at establishments we frequent a lot. And, again, we hadn't been drinking before we walked through the Herk's front door. What gives?

The staff at the Herk has always seemed like a group of stuck up, lazy douchebags, but last night pretty much sealed it. My GF and I have both worked in restaurants in the past, so we know laziness and outright douchebaggery when we see it, and we see it at the Herkimer A LOT.

Good riddance. We went to Figlio's instead. They have a better special on Tuesday nights anyway. We would have gone there in the first place, but it's further away.

To sum up: Avoid the Herk. Douchebags work there. The food kinda blows, and the beer is overpriced. Thanks for your time.