Tidbits from Minnesota is not an actual news program. It is merely the attempt of three individuals to make people they know (and a few they don't) laugh. The characters are entirely fictitious and in no way are intended to be an accurate representation of any real person, place or thing. When you step into the world of Tidbits from Minnesota you are entering a fantasy land, a land where there is no reality, just pure fantasy. Think Aldo Nova meets Mariah Carey with some JK Rowling sprinkled on top. To clarify, someone named Mariah Carey does exist, she did have a hit song in 1995 called "Fantasy," but in Tidbits from Minnesota, this is made-up to merely make the point that Ol' Dirty Bastard rhymed "Mariah" with "fire" during his rap on the remix version of said song and that we collectively think that ODB is brilliant and amazing, but we speculate that if ODB thought he was going to die at such a young age, that even he would say that it was a lazy rhyme and that he could have taken more time to come up with a more clever and inspired lyric. We did all of that just to make the reader smile. We are not hip-hop professors, we do not know what ODB was thinking, we do not care, we just took an angle and went with it. We hope that you smiled, but in retrospect, like many of our bits, sometimes things fall flat and maybe you, the reader, don't think it funny. That is totally cool. We just need you to understand that our intention is to be humorous. We don't care about all those high-minded liberal media things like "facts", we merely take an element of the story and then throw it into our fantastical world and see if we can't make comedy diamonds out of the "real world's" coal. This is parody and satire with the sole intention of entertainment. We are certainly not journalists. I mean let's be honest, we are barely comedians, but we absolutely are weavers of fictional tales that occasionally touch on aspects of peoples real lives, but in zero ways is it meant to be an accurate reflection. These are all just jokes. So seriously, honey, how can you still be mad at me? I love you and the couch is starting to smell like me and I don't like it. Maybe I should have put a sheet down?