I was frequently told when I still lived in Minnesota that I shouldn’t complain about the cold because it kept out the riff-raff. See here for my earlier post on Minnesota mind games, though I actually didn’t get around to mentioning the riff-raff one till the comments. As I mentioned then, I had a quiet chuckle when Jesse Ventura got elected, but the recent events takes my fun to a much higher level. Most of those rioters were from the area, and they are riff-raff, yet somehow the cold didn’t keep them out. Heh.
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Up in Northern Minnesota, it was, "What the cold doesn't chase off the mosquitoes will."
Posted by: J. Reed Anderson | 06/01/2020 at 10:04 AM