In honor of Memorial Day and with the “Fourth of You Lie” swiftly approaching, I feel some of THE UNDISPUTED TRUTH is appropriate for the occasion. But before you get to pressing buttons . . . As Trent would say: Can we please have a moment of silence?

*ahem*

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“Wrong image, wrong religion, wrong city: Meet Brother Ali, hip hop’s unlikely savior” (more . . .)

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Spinderella was asked to visit Minneapolis and help us raise some cash flow for the event. She obliged, and the crowd “pushed it real good”.

Here’s a few flicks for your delight . . .

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I love the rain. It’s cleansing. It’s soothing. It’s natures way of refreshing the earth, air and temporarily removing all of the grime left behind by the human species. Thunderstorms and lightening don’t bother me either, so long as I’m indoors. Yup, it’s storming outside — golf ball sized hail and cats and dogs too. It’s a good day to stay in the crib, write and reflect, have some vanilla almond tea w/ Splenda & cream and chill. Hopefully that poor, dead, dried up piece of squirrel I wrote about earlier, will float away and out of my range of vision. The last time I checked someone had laid a leaf from a patch of wild rhubarb growing in a vacant lot, over its crispy little body.

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