Everybody's got a guy. Well, I know a guy too. Actually two guys. I got Sal and his brother Ben.

And I drive two hours from northwest Indiana all the way to Nordica and Addison on the northwest side of the city,

passing all the other butcher shops to get to Joseph's finest meats. Why? Because I grew up in a butcher shop.

I know what quality is. I know what attention to detail is. That's Joseph's finest meats.

7101 West Addison Street in Chicago. Homemade sausages. Oh yeah. USDA prime age beef and butchers who know what they're doing.

Do me a favor.

Do yourself a favor.

Go to Joseph's finest meats, get some Italian sausage, and you'll never want to go anywhere else.

And it's the only thing that Betty will make when she's making peppers and sausage.

She wants Joseph's, and that's an endorsement based not on anything other than the quality of their work.

Because my name means something to me and their name means something to them.

Joseph's finest meets 7101 West Addison Street in Chicago.

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So I'm putting together the boots of the month, the horde of idiots ranging to the horizon

and how we do we fight them with the open hand and a nah and a fisi I though.

Our republic still stands but barely. And what a month it has been. Consider what happened in

Cincinnati with the racial beatdown, the Cincinnati beat down,

and the police chief telling you it's not anything to worry about.

And elected officials talking about how the victims deserve their beating.

And then comes along another story, another signal of the rot and destruction in the republic. When I saw a

2016 interview of President Obama, the Wizard of Our Thousand Kings, remember that Yuri Hipson?

He was the special one who could say and do anything. And he sits in this interview and talks about the intelligence report

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