By Jesse Marx
By Chris Parker
By Jake Rossen
By Jesse Marx
By Michelle LeBow
By Alleen Brown
By Maggie LaMaack
By CP Staff
This is not fair ("Sutton Impact," 8/26/09). The Republicans now have another overweight, big-mouthed bully with a baseball bat. I thought Rush Limbaugh had that job.
Gene Le Vitre
I enjoyed your article on Tony Sutton. I would have preferred a bit more information about his upbringing and how, at 17, he was able to have accrued enough life experience and done enough soul-searching to arrive at his market-worshipping Republican self-image to knock on doors for Ronald Reagan. I wonder if he—like many white, privileged elite—would consider himself a "self-made man" like so many government-hating conservatives do. Would he extol the virtues of self-sacrifice, deferring one's personal satisfaction, and investing blood, sweat, and tears into a business, putting in long hours, scrimping and saving so that he could eventually afford to live off the business income and hopefully purchase a modest home within which to raise his family? Or, after some objective introspection, would he perhaps realize that without his homeboy Bill Cooper he'd be just another unemployed, working-poor schlub with an attitude that one might find shouting down thoughtful remarks at a town hall meeting near you? He strikes me as a snake-oil salesman—certainly a hard-working con man, but a con man nonetheless.
Sutton embodies in a big way the hyperpartisanship that has made it harder to live together, come to agreement, and govern effectively in the U.S. We could use fewer people who adopt Sutton's approach to political discourse.
Comment by Mill
Tony Sutton recently warned State Fair goers not to patronize the Grandstand mini-doughnut stand because it was a front for the St. Paul DFL. I guess he would approve of a boycott of his Baja Sol restaurants by left-leaning restaurant patrons—so here's a call for one.
Comment by Minnesota Raindog
Wow, Tony Sutton's quite the showman, isn't he? Too bad his actual record is kinda thin. I mean, really: He had as a client a guy who could self-finance till the cows came home and was/is the darling of the far-right Taliban Christian set, and he still couldn't take out Pawlenty? Pawlenty, a guy whose gubernatorial wins were owed more to luck, third-party vote siphoning, and Mike Hatch's temper than to anything else? A guy who, knowing he can't get re-elected in 2010, is vainly trying to fail upward with a spot on the RNC's 2012 presidential ticket?
Rather than staging cute little street-theater demos and sending people over to yell at the folks staffing the DFL booth, the Minnesota Republican Party would be better served by doing some showmanship that might actually help them (i.e., not make them look like total mindless thugs): Go stand around the State Fair booths of various Republican candidates for office, so that they don't look and feel so neglected. Just look at the poor little shunned booth of Marty Seifert's, for instance: http://thecuckingstool.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-there-lonely-boy.html. You can't tell me the lad can't do with a little love here.
Comment by Phoenix Woman
from St. Paul
I enjoyed your article on the veterans of the Twin Cities skate scene ("Skatepark of the Gods," 8/12/09). Warren's letter reminds us this is a scene that has been evolving along with the skateboard and skating environment technology since the '70s. Skating energy was high in the Twin Cities in the mid-'70s despite the lack of skateparks at the time. The Federal Reserve Bank was one place that attracted a lot of talent, some of whom Warren mentioned. I'd also throw out older skaters like Steve Reid, Mark Olson, the Glantz brothers, and Dave Larson. There were also the younger skaters like myself, Aaron Warkov (that's who you remembered, Warren), Andy Ferris, Dave Weller, Bill Phelps, Glenn Davis, Peter Clemence, and others. We found empty swimming pools and drainage ditches, built wooden ramps, and ripped the concrete parks as they evolved later in St Paul and Fargo. The Twin Cities skate scene today is alive and well, and I'm always inspired by new skaters coming along.
Thank you, Tommy, for that eloquent literary slice of watermelon regarding the end of summer ("Summer Elegy," 8/26/09). Your ability to paint so graphic a picture with words is truly amazing. While reading it, you prompted me to remember my own years of freedom as a youth during the summers. I also remembered that bittersweet end of summer/beginning of fall. How about trying your hand at a book? Sign me up for the first copy.
North St. Paul