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https://www.nytimes.com/2023/12/08/business/organized-shoplifting-retail-crime-theft-retraction.html

I wasn't sure what I was in for when I started watching this documentary about 80's punks in Minneapolis on my lunch break, but it was a good watch.

"Anti-Racist Skinheads Fighting Nazis: The Baldies"

https://youtu.be/8BSDZ1DIEIQ

I loved my grandma, but she had a pretty single-track mind. She was very focused on her grandchildren and the church. As a result her funeral was sad, but also, if I'm honest, excruciatingly dull. Her favorite church hymns were played during the ceremony, recordings of church choirs accompanied by organ music. Slightly more interesting was hearing from some of her friends I'd never met, and a little bit about my grandfather, who died when my father was young while acting as a straw boss for a crew of volunteer firefighters at the Rattlesnake Fire of 1953 (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rattlesnake_Fire).

As a particularly long song wound down and the pipe organ music slowly faded away, one of the great-grandchildren, a little more than a toddler, blurted out loudly in the somber chapel: "I DON'T LIKE IT!"

Same, kid. Same.

I blurt that out a lot, just as loud and just as heartfelt, usually in my head. Then I belly laugh. Also mostly in my head.

In honor of the day we all tell terribly warped versions of American history at the barbecue, here are some AI-powered warped tributes to America.

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