Minneapolis used to be a fairly decent city. Some rough areas where you’d want to watch your step, sure. Some institutional racism that we slathered with a healthy helping of “Minnesota Nice” to cover up the rough edges, sure. Most people calling it “pop” instead of “soda”, okay.
I mean, we had Prince, the Replacements, Husker Du, a ton of lakes, and Sundays without liquor or automotive sales. Calm. Always wait for the other guy to do something before enacting stuff like legalized recreational cannabis, or pink hair, or… whatever.
But we never got into dismemberments as far as I know.
Until last night, apparently.
I swear — that bit of news is probably the most shocking and disturbing local news item I’ve seen in, well, pretty much forever.