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I’m sorry, Vicar or not, if I were In Afghanistan, and this Rule came down, I would absolutely have to break it!

Andy Rooney has died.

Now, Mother always said never to speak ill of the dead, and that if you couldn’t say something nice about someone, then don’t say anything.

So, I’ll just note that liberal Andy Rooney, who occasionally was mildly humorous on 60 Minutes&#160 has died, and let it go at that.

Most of you who know me very well know that I’ve come to detest dressing up.&#160 Last suit I owned was one bought for me by My Dear Sainted Mother&#153, a powder blue vested number that actually still fit as little as five years ago.&#160 Did buy a jacket and matching slack that passed for a suit once – and should I ever get back down to around 200, that might fit again.

(Don’t laugh – I’ve lost about five pounds in the last week or so.)

Anyway, the point of all this is a little outfit called Men’s Wearhouse.&#160 You know – the outfit (pun partially intended) owned by a toothy little fella, one George “I Guarantee It” Zimmer.

Whom, it’s just been discovered, has thrown in with the bastard Occupussies.

Over the years, I’ve spent quite a bit of money at Mens Wearhouse, in the low four figures. They generally have a good selection of clothing at pretty good prices, and in the Twin Cities have conveniently-located stores. Overall I’ve been a pretty satisfied customer. After this week, though, they won’t see a dime from me, thanks to their support of the anti-free market mobs in Oakland that ravaged the city over the last couple of weeks.

“Read it all”, as our old frenemy Straight Up With Sherri might say.

I’ve been in a Men’s Wearhouse a time or two in my life.

Never again.&#160 I guarantee it.