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The Nazis held more open town hall meetings
Just another ‘Town Hall’ meeting in Sux Falls
I just attended the ‘supposed’ town hall meeting at the Elmen Center that KSFY and the Gargoyle Leader hosted. No one called on me to ask a question, because I forgot to wear my armband, apparently. This is how the town hall was sold to the public;
Tonight, there’s a town hall meeting just for you.
The Sioux Falls Next Town Hall Meeting isn’t designed for city officials or development groups, although many of those folks will be there listening to you.
Rather, the meeting is designed for you – you, the one with ideas.
Participating in this event is quite different than attending a planning meeting that often has a set agenda and pre-determined array of topics.
At tonight’s meeting your suggestions will drive the agenda and discussion.
BULLSHIT! They pre-selected questions and guests and didn’t let a single person from the audience ask a question unless it was preapproved. This was the worst form of propaganda I have ever seen in Sioux Falls in a long time. The only thing that was missing was SS troops and Hitler. After they stopped filming, I told Brian, the moderator from KSFY, (Paraphrasing), “This was not a real town hall, people from the audience couldn’t ask questions. This was sold to us by the Argus Leader that if we showed up we could ask questions.” He told me that the panel was still there if I wanted to ask questions. I just waved my hand at him and said “Whatever.”
I should have expected this out of a half-ass TV station and a half-ass newspaper, no, a quarter-ass newspaper.
And watch the video, they talked about how great our bike trail is and why Downtown is not a place for the EC, for one hour straight. The only comedy relief was at the beginning when a ‘LaRouche-Bag’ ranted about the British Revolution and magnetic trains until he got cut off.
On a positive note, I had lots of tasty buttery snails at Tre Lounge afterwards. Yummy. Thanks Dan!
Morning Wood w/ January Jones (H/T- Helga)
The rest of the first-class cabin is quiet, and January is leaning back into the seat, clutching a cashmere blanket she bought earlier today at the Oprah store with her family, who’d come to Chicago to see her. She’s drinking Bud Light now, telling stories about growing up in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, where her family moved from Hecla (population 314) after she was born. “I hung out with dudes in high school,†she says. “We were the hippies—into the Dead, Zeppelin, Phish. I was a lifeguard at the water park, and I remember the day Jerry died. Over the loudspeaker, it said: ‘Jerry Garcia has died. Everybody meet in the parking lot.’ I probably shouldn’t say that—we were saving lives! But that was definitely a sit-in-the-chair-with-sunglasses afternoon.â€
Despite spending high school with the stoner crowd, she graduated early and, at 18, departed for New York City to model, mostly because she didn’t know what else she wanted to do—and, she jokes, she liked the idea of “showing all those bitches in high school who said I wasn’t pretty enough†that she was. She settled into a models’ apartment and started dating Julian Steinberg, whose father, Saul, a notorious Wall Street raider, had made billions during the ’70s and ’80s. Julian was a senior at the Trinity School, one of the nation’s most exclusive private schools, and the culture shock of arriving from small-town South Dakota, where she’d worked at a Dairy Queen and lifeguarded, to what was essentially the set of Gossip Girl should have been jarring—had January realized exactly how privileged her new world was.
OPEN THREAD: Because Pastor Doohickey says we’re still stuck in middle school
Ghost of Dude 
Interesting dual use on this veggie tales cookie cutter. Come for the kids’s 5th birthday celebration, Â stay for the bachelorette party afterward. I guess this is why Al Qaeda in Iraq banned the carrying of cucumbers and tomatoes in the same basket when they were in charge of villiges.