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WATCH: Champlin resident slams Minnesota's new state flag: "That flag was forced upon the people of this state by a communist trifecta."

Minnesota Senate Democrats recently voted - unanimously - against removing deceased persons from the state’s voter rolls. This tracks with the fact that almost 100% of dead people vote for Democrats, making them Democrats’ most loyal voting bloc, even surpassing that of serial killers. The dead — and serial killers — are groups that vote heavily for Democrats? Talk about a symbiotic relationship! So the multi-millionaire or poverty-stricken representative (take your pick) from Somalia escapes a subpoena, at least for now.

Oh, Amy Klobuchar. The human embodiment of “Minnesota Nice” which is just passive-aggressive with extra hot-dish and a side of staff trauma. She’s the senator who wrote a book about how great she is at getting things done during a pandemic… while her own staff was reportedly melting down, eating their feelings, and dodging staplers. Nothing says “leadership” like making your team cry harder than a Vikings fan in January. “But I brought them salad!” Yeah, Amy, because nothing heals workplace abuse like wilted romaine and performative Midwestern guilt. She ran for president in 2020 like it was a church potluck she didn’t want to host but felt obligated to show up for. Campaign slogan energy: “I’m boring enough to be electable!” Her big moment? That viral debate clip where she tried to dunk on Pete Buttigieg and just… gently placed the ball on the ground like it was made of lutefisk. The woman campaigns like she’s apologizing for existing. Klobuchar’s the queen of optics: tough-on-crime moderate who somehow always lands right in the middle of whatever the Democratic Party needs that week. One minute she’s the reasonable voice of the heartland, the next she’s voting with the Squad while clutching her pearls. It’s like watching your aunt at Thanksgiving; she smiles sweetly, then slips a $20 in your pocket and whispers, “Don’t tell your uncle I voted for that.” And that voice. That nasal, “I’m just a regular gal from the frozen tundra” cadence that makes every speech sound like she’s reading the church bulletin. “Fellow Americans… could you pass the Jell-O salad?” Look, Amy’s survived longer in the Senate than most of her staffers’ mental health. That’s not nothing. But if competence porn had a cautionary tale, it’d be a 400-page memoir about how she once fixed a snowplow with sheer force of personality while her aides hid in the bathroom. Keep doing you, Amy. America needs more senators who treat governing like a book tour with better health insurance. Just maybe ease up on the salad. Your team’s already suffered enough.

Minnesota cannot afford to have a rubber stamp for the President in the governor's office. From the tariffs to health care cuts, I have taken on the White House and gotten things done for our state.