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Monday, October 31, 2011
Urban Predator Needed
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The I.I. |
This blog thread posted by The Irving Inquisition uses some explicit language, as well as depicting some aspects of life in North Minneapolis that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
1st Up: Urban Predator Proposal
Every day this blogger takes Amelia, the dog, for a two mile walk. It starts at the house, and we head south on Irving all the way down to North High. We walk to the end of North High, turn, go around the building, and turn again and head up Knox. We then walk through North Commons Park, where it empties us out on to James. We then take James through Cottage Park and then veer off to Ilion. We walk down Ilion to Glengale Park and then turn right on to Irving.
These walks are generally quite enjoyable and relatively thug free. However, one does notice certain characteristics of North Minneapolis that are quite detestable, yet easily fixed. What am I talking about? I’m talking about the morbid infestation of crows and especially squirrels. They’re everywhere, and they’re running amok. They have no predators, and as a result there are more squirrels in the hood than people.
So let’s introduce someone that has a taste for vermin. Let’s introduce the Great Horned Owl into NoMi. They’re native to this region of North America, and they eat squirrels. They could nest in one of the many trees or exposed and abandoned properties in tornado alley.
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| The Great Horned Owl, please move to NoMi. |
Jerk Du Jour: Rampaging Squirrels
Notice how the garbage bins have nibble holes in them? Sometimes its crows, but it’s usually squirrels. I’ve seen the little bullocks behind my house having their way with my trash bins.
They also like to feast on the trash the thugs leave around. Thanks for that, thugs. Then when they’re done stuffing themselves, they frolic around all over the place and have their squirrel mating rituals. Gosh, having a natural predator around to thin the herd would sure be nice.
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| Squirrels in the streets just like thugs. |
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| Like chips, you can never have only one squirrel. |
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| They look like they're having fun. |
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| Climbing up and down any vertical surface. |
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| The courtship that will lead to more squirrels. Because we don't have enough already. |
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Great Bonfire
This blog thread posted by The Irving Inquisition uses some explicit language, as well as depicting some aspects of life in North Minneapolis that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
Great Bonfire
Sometimes you just want to sit around a blazing flame. Last night was one such evening. There isn’t a whole lot to say, except that there’s something holistic about the fire. It’s a great way to clear your head and bond with friends.
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| Nothing like a blazing fire on a cold autumn night. |
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Good Sport's Sanitation Issues
This blog thread posted by The Irving Inquisition uses some explicit language, as well as depicting some aspects of life in North Minneapolis that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
1st Up: That NoMi Bar at 200 W. Broadway
If you’re a local to North Minneapolis or someone that exits off of I-94 at Broadway to head east, chances are you’ve driven past 200 West Broadway. That address is presently inhabited by the local dive known as Good Sports. And if you’ve been around the area long enough, you’d know that this address has a tarnished past. And the way things are going we can add tarnishing present to the lexicon.
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| Not sure if this place lives up to its name... Read on and then decide. |
Good Sports used to be Johnny A’s, and was known for its drug deals in the kitchen and other below board activities. But don’t take my word for it. Please, check out these reputable historical references.
Get the picture? Johnny A’s was a crime laced dive. Good Sports on the other hand, perhaps less overtly so, but definitely a dive and I’ll explain momentarily. Well, a little humor goes a long way to making a point. Here’s a video I found of a guy that walks into a fictitious dive bar; patronized by thugs, offers lousy food, is way too loud, and the bartender is an obvious crook. Whew… This hits close to home.
Back to Good Sports; I don’t know the extent of the shenanigans there, but I do know this. Several of the TV’s don’t work, those that do are clearly dated and blurry, the liquor is overpriced when compared to the competition on the other side of the river, and there are some major sanitation issues in the men’s room.
Jerk Du Jour: Good Sports Bar Owner, Mike
Most of us North Minneapolis socialites—there’s only about 10 of us—have frequented Good Sports a lot over the past year and a half. This blogger must have dropped well over a grand in the joint during that time. Trust me, it’s easy to do.
So when you notice that the urinal in the men’s room is broken and doesn’t flush properly, what do you do? You inform the owner that just so happens to be working behind the bar. That was fall of 2010. Since then, Mike has been reminded of his sanitation problem numerous times. There was always some bullshit excuse for not fixing the urinal. So finally, things came to a head—no pun intended—a few weeks ago. The urinal now overflows when flushed. That means when you go to the restroom, you’re standing in a pool of piss on the floor. If there is no pool, it’s because it dried up. I had the misfortune of observing my own piss rise up and spill over the mouth of the urinal onto the floor like the raging waters of the Red River in Fargo during spring flooding. Fucking gross!!
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| Just to get this picture, I got my feet wet. |
I informed Mike of the urinal problem again, but this time I showed him the same photo you see above. He flipped out. The man totally lost it. He said something about how I was the only one that cares and that I should stop coming to Good Sports. He was yelling and shouting at me, in the presence of other customers and my friends. Attempts to calm him down didn’t work. So I politely informed the bartender that this was the last time I would be patronizing Good Sports, and I tipped him well.
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| The cold water doesn't work. Note the soap scum; lack of cleaning. |
That urine is stepped in every time a guy goes to do his business. That means that every time a guy leaves the restroom, he’s tracking nature’s contribution all across the floor of the restaurant. All things considered, you may want to throw away the two second rule. Since I’m the only one that cares about the pee-pee pond in the men’s room, I’m sure nobody would mind if I went ahead and contacted the city and informed them of the health code violations at Good Sports. Stay tuned for their findings in the next several weeks. Seriously Mike, fuck you for refusing to fix the most essential piece of equipment at your bar.
Good Sport’s owner, Mike… Today’s Jerk Du Jour!!
Monday, October 24, 2011
Slumlord, Steven Meldahl; Former Property Demolished!
This blog thread posted by the Irving Inquisition uses some explicit language, as well as depicting some aspects of life in North Minneapolis that some readers may find objectionable. Reader discretion is advised.
Slumlord, Steven Meldahl; Former Property Demolished!
Finally! After seven years of rotting in the neighborhood, the pestilence that was 1511 22nd Avenue North gets reduced to the elements from which it came. Slumlord, Steven Meldahl used to own this property. “Used to” meaning that he never bothered to pay the 5-digits worth of VBR and property tax fees that had built up over the years. Eventually the municipality got the balls to take it away from him.
This is a personal victory for me too! I’ve had to look at that piece of shit every time I peered outside one of my front windows or whenever I walked out the front door. My gentle prods of our CM, Don Samuels, have yielded results and finally the former crack house that was burned from the inside out, is no more. Please, watch the video below and enjoy.
Witnessing the destruction of this dump was one of the happiest experiences in my life. I suppose one could say I have Lafawnduh Syndrome—I don’t know if I spelled that right, but I’m sure someone will let me know if I didn’t—but what it’s actually is Steven Meldahl Syndrome. This blogger isn’t just celebrating, he’s fucking rejoicing! Please, review some of this blogger’s past postings on Meldahl for a refresher. I look forward to your comments. Cheers!
Previous postings on Meldahl:
Slumlord, Steven Meldahl's Property Tax Evasion
Slumlord Sonatica by Steven Meldahl
Meldahl Medley Home Tour, Part 4
Meldahl Medley Home Tour, Part 3
Meldahl Medley Home Tour, Part 2
Meldahl Medley Home Tour, Part 1
Get to Know Minneapolis Slumlord, Steven Meldahl
Slumlord Sonatica by Steven Meldahl
Meldahl Medley Home Tour, Part 4
Meldahl Medley Home Tour, Part 3
Meldahl Medley Home Tour, Part 2
Meldahl Medley Home Tour, Part 1
Get to Know Minneapolis Slumlord, Steven Meldahl
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