Soft soap? Naw, more like custard frozen concoctions squirted out like Jimmy Carter's American Malaise.
Malaise sounds like a rich custardy dessert treat - here is some more.
Our 44th President was selected and elected - here was his tough path to the White House:
1961 Barack Hussein Obama II was born August 4, 1961 in Honolulu, Hawaii
1967-1971 Attended schools in Indonesia
1971-1979 Attended school in Honolulu
1979-1981 Studied at Occidental College for two years
1981-1983 Graduated from Columbia University
1985-1988 Obama worked as Director of the Developing Communities Project (DCP)
1988 Entered Harvard Law School
1991 Obama graduates Juris Doctor (J.D.) magna cum laude from Harvard Law School and returns to Chicago
1992 Married Michelle Robinson
1992-2004 Obama served as a professor at the University of Chicago Law School
1995 Obama publishes his manuscript "Dreams from My Father"
1998 Daughter Malia Ann was born
2001 Daughter Sasha was born
1997-2004 Member of the Illinois Senate from the 13th District
2005-2008 United States Senator from Illinois
2009 Inaugurated as the 44th President of the United States on January 20, 2009
Absent from our Timeline of President 44's Life is the appointment of the young community organizer, following his other appointments and marraige, to Woods Fund Directorship and Directorship of the Annenberg Challenge by Billy Ayers.
Likewise absent are all of the appointments and persons who lifted President Obama over the gradus of political life onto Olympus.
Pretty soft, there, tough guy. Oh, and he got a Nobel Peace Prize!
Bang up job, there, Mr. Softee!
Friday, September 30, 2011
William Shakespeare dramatized the Tragedy of Othello The Moor of Venice in 1604, basing his play, as he had on most others, on another source. Shakespeare knew what the public liked and he drew his dramas from popular tales, histories and legends.
Legend of Othello the Moorish naval captain of Venice came from a story by Chinthio from 1565 that told the tale of a black man in the service of the Republic of Venice in its wars against the Turks. Othello secretly married Desdemona the daughter of a Venetian Senator, at the same time that he promoted Cassio over his man Iago.
Iago emerged as one of Western Culture's great villains. He is a sneak of some ability and use in the service of a greater man in order to advance his own wormy path to power. Iago whispers in the ear of people who can make difficult for his master, like our contemporary political worms who feed columnists and editorial boards with rumors and hints of scandals and corruptions in order to advance their careers. It works most effectively. Columnists can wait for the phone to ring with hot political meat for the broiling and the worm can always expect a swell column touting his . . .'greatness.'
Politics plays into everything.
Here is the creed of Iago and political worms in every vocation taken from Scene I of Othello. Iago replies to Rodrigo, who was in love with Desdemona and has learned of the secret marriage to Othello:
O, sir, content you.
I follow him to serve my turn upon him:
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark
Many a duteous and kneecrooking knave,
That doting on his own obsequious bondage
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
For naught but provender; and, when he's old, cashier'd.
( break my own - as this first verse paragraph presents a good servant)
Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are,
Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves,
And throwing but shows of service on their lords
Do well thrive by them; and when they have lined their
Do themselves homage. These fellows have some soul,
And such a one do I profess myself.
(This last is the man of our age - Iago.)
Some men serve their betters even into obscurity, when the great person's powers have diminished and these ar ethe people Iago scorns.
The smart, ambitious and politically skilled modern mover-and- shaker is Iago. His service to a great man is merely his own means of amassing power and riches. . .down the road. . . once people are made to believe and accept anything, of course.
Our age is a sad one. It seems that ever since 'really smart' people began to mock the old Budweiser paintings of Custer' Last Stand as inaccurate and therefore rubbish, that persons who actually did something with their lives became the target of deconstructionists. The deconstructionists are the voices from the sidelines - the Fantasy Football experts - the people outside of the boxing ring - the pundits.
Our media is one endless 24/7 Punk'd.
Walter Payton was a great football player. His memory is befouled by a new book that is burning up all of the oxygen in our American living room.
The purpose of the book is obvious - another Iago who followed a hero, long after his young death, I might add, in order to shatter any and all foundation to a positive memory of this man, who dedicated his life to his profession. Iago thrived with the murder of Desdemona and the suicide of his chief and it mattered not who else was damaged in his deconstruction of a great man. The author of the Payton book embarrasses Payton's widow and sons by making public any and all of the human failings in the great Chicago running back.
Shakespeare's Iago gets his comeuppance and it is implied that he will be dragged off and tortured. Jeff Pearlman will make the TV circuit and millions of dollars from Life's arm-chair quarterbacks and fans of TMZ.
Merit matters not in age that accepts Noam Chomsky as an intellectual pillar, terrorist Bill Ayers as a Distinguished Professor of Education, Cop Killer Mumia as a an authority on Law and Justice, as does the National Lawyers Guild (◦Mumia Abu?-Jamal, National Vice President for Jailhouse Attorneys)
The Walter Payton book by this Iago smears what passes for American culture - the one that debunks American History's heroes with all manner of calumnies - Jefferson raped slaves, though it appears now that might be completely untrue; Custer was a genocidal maniac and not the most skilled light cavalry officer of his age; JFK was a whoremaster and not the man who stared down Communism in October 1963; Ty Cobb was merely a racist hillbilly and not the most determined baseball player of all time who still holds the record for career batting average at .366.
The Walter Payton smear by Jeff Pearlman, like so much of this age, is meant for a people who do not engage in anything, but sneer and dismiss the people who achieve, because that justifies their own sloth. The Walter Payton book smears the people who would by such an item more than the memory of a man who achieved.
Appointment to a job, rather than achievement of a post is what Iago is all about - why stand for an election when one can get appointed? Why be an athlete when one can sneer at the Jocks? Why study, when one can assault and rob, or even murder a nerd?
Iago prefaced his intentions with this -
Preferment ( Appointment)goes by letter and affection,
And not by old gradation (Achievement), where each second
Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself
Whether I in any just term am affined
To love the Moor
That sadly is the summary of the state of our American morality and culture.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
People give. They give of their time, talents and treasure. My talents are about as limited as my treasure, but I have all the time in the world.
That is why when Skinny Sheahan sent out a call for help at the Fun Before the Run fund-raiser on October 6th at 115 Bourbon Street ( 6PM), I gave the running giver a call and offered my time.
Goo-goos, Chicagoese for professional do-gooders, the people who try to legislate life by bullying City Hall, the County and Springfield for tax money, never seem to have time, or treasure for good works. Their talents go flat-out making policy statements and pi$$ing in the ears of the news media.
Helping people is active participation in your parish, your schools, your neighborhood and with your kids. Calling Carol Marin with an idea about child-rearing policy will not keep your Young Che away from a twelve pack of Tall Boys and a bag of weed before school. You must actually, in some way, be a part of their lives.
My poor kids. I and my family and neighbors wear them like old tighty whities on a fat man.
James "Skinny' Sheahan stays svelte, because he is always giving to good works. Get Skinny. Get busy.
Here's what Skinny says,
Since my retirement last year I have been volunteering my time with Special Olympics Chicago. This organization raises funds for the nearly 5,000 athletes that participate in programs throughout the city. On October 9 I will be running my 40th and last marathon to raise funds for this incredible organization.
Special Olympics was founded in our great city with the first games taking place at Soldier Field in July, 1968. 1,000 athletes participated at the first games and today more than 3,000,000 athletes participate in competitions around the globe. Special Olympics is truly one of Chicago's proudest achievements.
On Thursday, October 6, I will be hosting a Fun Before the Run Event at 115 Bourbon St Thursday from 6:30-9:30pm. 115 Bourbon St is located at 3359 W 115th St in Merrionette Park, IL. I would love it if you could join us. All the proceeds go to Special Olympics Chicago. Your $30.00 tax deductible donation includes food and beverage.
If you cannot make the event, I would really appreciate it if you would make a donation in my name towards Special Olympics Chicago. You can do that by clicking here ( on Hickey's post title). Donating through this website is simple, fast and secure. It is also the most efficient way to support my fundraising efforts.
I would like to thank you in advance for anything you can contribute. If you know of anyone that might be interested in participating, I appreciate you forwarding them this email.
Hope to see you there, !
Jim "Skinny" Sheahan
Thirty One members of the Leo High School Class of 1954 joined Bill Hession for lunch at Ken's restaurant on Western Ave. to brainstorm about helping the young men at Leo High School.
Six girls from Mother McAuley heard about the Special Olympics party hosted by Skinny one week from tonight ( October 6th at 6PM) and want to help.
You have been told about good work. Get Skinny and get over to
115 Bourbon Street
3359 West 115th Street
Merrionette Park, IL
OR CLICK MY POST TITLE AND COUGH UP SOME TREASURE!
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
This revenue brainstorming by the Chicago Inspector General has generated nods and affirmations from our Aldermen who have created this mess. Get this one found on Anne Leary's always brilliant Backyard Conservative Blog:
“We pay tolls to get into other suburbs,” said Ald. Leslie Hairston, 5th. “I guess membership has its privileges. A lot of people come into the city of Chicago.”
Membership has its privileges. Pay to get into Chicago and avil yourself of $30 and change parking and pay much, much more for beer, wine and cigarettes. This is Scams Club U.S.A!
How about this?
Joe Ferguson, Chicago Inspector General, be a genteel man of Old World manners and sensibilities; however, a man taxed by the fiscal insensibilities that dominate Progressive Nodders like Alderman Joe Moore must act.
Payrolled Pretend Grannies are fixed into Chicago's Budget!
Wilco Concerts for more CPS Taxes!
Salaries and Pensions for Brahmins!
Cultural & Diversity Affairs All Year!
Pandering Via Race Giveaways! Free Back to Skool Buskins for the Bairns!
Chicago can not do without these! Stand and Deliver! On the Lakeshore! On Untolled Highways! Swag and Plunder for the Lord Mayor!
Lay off the Watch (cops), the Bucketeers (firemen) the Varlets and Louts ( Ward-bound Vassels and Laborers)!
Lay on with Sword and Cutlass! Thunder Blunderuss and Pistol Brace! Stand and Deliver! Give Over!
Who 'neath the gloom of October's looming lowering clouds dons the mask of Taker General; spreads the wealth? Joe Ferguson's Dragoons?
Nay, he NOW bee Captain Rakehell and his Revenue Riders - MossTroopers and Tax Preying Embargo Agents of the Lord Mayor.
Captain Rakehell Gives Fair Warning!
"Citzens and small purses, give ear! This lesson shall you learn. Healths and Bon Peres, My Lord Mayor's task is to tax you!
Give ears on this lesson and favor redistribution of wealth!
There be in this City a Master Peril there in the City Office of Budget. This Worthie had a great lusty man-servant, but, as appears by the sequell of the discourse, not of very much witt.
About two months ago, there comes a maggot into his head to turn padder upon the highway; so he acquaints his master with his resolution.
“Master,” says he, “I have been two years in your service, and what I get is inconsiderable, and will scarce suffice my expenses; and I work very hard. I fancy,” says he, “that I could find out a better way to live, and by which I should have more ease and more money.”
“Ey,” says his master, “pray what is that?”
“It is,” says he, “by turning padder.”
“Alass! John,” says he, “that will not do; take my word,” says he, “you’ll find that a harder service than mine.”
“Well, but I’ll try,” says the man.
And so, next morning, away he went, with a good clubb in his hand; and being got in the Lake Shore Road, somewhere about Grand or Randolph, there overtook him on the road a genteel man on horseback, as foreign borne gas is too dear a fuell.
John letts him come up to him, and taking his advantage, he catches hold of his briddle, and bidds him stand and deliver.
Upon which he un-whealed, being a highwayman himself, he began to laugh that a thief should pretend to rob a thief.
“But,” says he, “harken, thou padder, I’m one of thy trade; but surely, thou’rt either a fool or one that was never at the trade before.”
“No sir,” says John, “I never was at this trade in my life before.”
“I thought so,” says the genteel highwayman; “therefore, take my advice, and mind what I say to you. When you have a mind to robb a man, never take hold of his briddle and bid him stand, but, the first thing you do, knock him down, and, if he talk to you, hit him another stroke, and say, ‘Sirrah! you rogue, do you prate?’
And then,” says the highwayman, “you have him at your will,” etc.
Thus they walk’d on for about a mile, the highwayman teaching the other his art; and as they were going a by way to a certain vicinity - Bridporte, they comes to a badd lane.
Says the padder to the other on horsback “Sir, I am better acquainted with this country than perhaps you are, this lane is very badd, and you’ll indanger [of] lying fast, therefore you may go through this yate, and along the field side, and so miss all the ill way.”
So he took his advice, and going that way the padder went the other way, and coming to the place where the highwayman should ride through a gapp into the lane again, this rogue, this padder, stands under the hedge, and as soon as ever he sees the highwayman near him, he lends him such a knock over the head that he brought him down immediately.
Upon which he began to say, “Sarrah, you rogue, is this your gratitude for the good advice that I gave you?”
“Ah! you villain, do you prate?”
And with that gave him another knock. And so, having him wholy at his mercy, he takes almost a yard ($100) from him and gets upon his horse, and away he rides home to his master at Budget, by another way, as fast as he could go, and being got home he goes to his master and tell’s him, saying — “Tash! master, I find this a very hard trade that I have been about, as you sayd it would prove, and I am resolved to go no more, but be contented with what I have gott. I have got a good horse here, and a yard in my pocket, from a highwayman, and I have consider’d that I cannot be prosecuted for it, therefore I’ll live at ease,” etc.
At Which, Master Perill drew a brace of cap'n ball pistolles from 'neath his westkit and coat -" Stand and Deliver, Lout! The Lord Mayor's Swag You Hold! Give over, John, or a Ball in your Brainpan!"
Stand and Deliver, Chicago!
. . .and like it.
1.padder: footpad, mugger.
3.yate: gate; northern dialect form
Yarn taken from The Diary of Abraham de la Pryme, (Durham, Surtees Society, 1870), pp. 76–77
"No man ever steps in the same river twice". Heraclitus
"But if I had just one more try
I would be yours, yours alone until the day I die
and we would have a love so divine
If I could turn back the hands of time" Tyrone Davis
The old weeping Philosopher, Heraclitus argued the Unity of Opposites - climbing a ladder is essentially descending it's rungs in reverse; 'Always remember the longer you live/The sooner you'll bloody-well die!'
Heraclitus never really said that 'everything flows' he said this, "Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν."
("We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not.")
Tyrone Davis is what am!
The late Tyrone Davis who passed away in 2005 was one of the greats. He had more soul than he could control.
In 1969, he confounded Heraclitus -
Time to get to work at Leo. Slept late.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Q. How many guys, what had jobs with the city, but don't any more and still know some guys that are heavier than whale poop, does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A. I dunno exactly, but my brother's girlfriend's father's boss's secretary's sister's next-door neighbors' priest's cousin's union shop steward's uncle's Knights Of Columbus, over by Father Perez, Sergeant-of-Arms's nephew's best friend did it real cheap for me once. You didn't hear it from me - Shakman and all. Call the guy, but on the quiet. Who's Marist got this week?
Monday, September 26, 2011
As I've stated here any number of times, Progressive subsist on a banquet of bullshit.
The same folks who get their backs up about fois gras and the mistreatment of geese support the murder of children via Planned Parenthood. The same people who support Cadillac Commies and Race Hustlers like Al Sharpton refuse to part with a nickel to help black kids get a good education, let alone support real School Choice- Vouchers.
The same people demanding homosexula marriage hiss at Catholics and spit out Pedaphile!
The most violent cowards tend to be anti-war activists.
The new anti-bullying campaign is no more than an adjunct of the homosexual marriage agenda.
While balloon heads like Lady Gaga drop $ 35,000 and change to get in the news and question the President about Bullies, Coptic Christians in Egypt are being slaughtered and run out of theor homeland.
In response, the president made remarks about “his administration’s anti-bullying campaign, and then more generally about the importance of values and who we are as Americans.”
But let's worry about Bullying? Sure. I hate bullies. They are easily dealt with - not rocket science. If your kid, or any kid gets intimidated, tell that child to step up and give the indimidator a shot in the snot locker. If the bullied is too intimidated, he/she can tell someone. Call the local news media and they will be out in a New York minute, especially if the bullied is LBGT,or Q.
The Coptic Christians are bullied, burned out and banished in Tom Friedman's Araba Spring. Now this bullying by bullies who know their stuff:
Nearly 93,000 Coptic Christians have left Egypt since 19 March, a report by an Egypt-based Coptic NGO has said.
The number may increase to 250,000 by the end of 2011, according to Naguib Gabriel, the head of the Egyptian Federation of Human Rights, which released the report.
The current trend of Coptic immigration endangers the structure of Egypt's population, Gabriel told Al-Masry Al-Youm on Sunday. He urged the ruling Supreme Council of the Armed Forces (SCAF) and the Egyptian cabinet to work on curbing the phenomenon.
Gabriel based the data stated in the report on information from Coptic churches and communities abroad.
"Nearly 16,000 migrated to California, while 10,000 moved to New Jersey, 8000 to New York, and 8000 to other American states," according to Gabriel. "Around 14,000 left to Australia, 17,000 to Canada, and 20,000 settled in the Netherlands, Italy, England, Austria, Germany and France."
Gabriel attributed the Coptic emigration to hardline Salafi groups seeking to apply Islamic law, deny Copts senior government posts, and reduce incoming tourism. He also blamed attacks on Coptic churches and the government's failure to bring attackers to justice.
Coptic author Kamal Zakher said the numbers in the report were exaggerated, but that concern over Coptic immigration is justifiable.
Migration procedures take up to a year to complete, so it is illogical to say the January revolution caused the Copts to leave the country, Zakher said.
Are there any passages in the Koran or the made up stuff of Sharia Law about bullying?
By Thunder! I have a Doctorate in Important Stuff from Phoenix University (on-line)! This class size is an Outrage! Kick the Pope in Boyne Water! I'm Hitting the Bricks!Strike, Strike! Strike!
I'll be going in to Leo High School shortly. I get up at about 4 A.M. and practice writing. That has been my habit for many years. I started teaching in Catholic secondary schools in 1975.
I have never belonged to a teachers union. I was a janitor ( now SEIU)and held a paid up card for years. Nearly every male and many female members of my immediate and extended family hold union cards in the skilled trades - stationary engineers, machinists, plumbers, electricians, carpenters.
I generally get over to Leo High School between 5-5:30 A.M. where I read the obits for the names of Alumni, answer e-mails, do prospect research and often tutor the guys in English and American Lit, or help with their essays.
Teaching - is it a profession, or trade? Professionals, like lawyers, doctors, and accountants, set up their practices, or work for partnerships. Teachers want to be treated like professionals - they demand it.
It has been my honor to work with real professionals. People who have not only imparted information, methods, or theories but inspired young people to exceed their grasps.
At times, I have worked with few real dogs - people who took every sick day and change; never took advantage of the library during free time; could not manage a class of any size; had more excuses than Michael Moore has chins; threatened lawsuits when terminated. They were jokes. Many found homes with their State of Illinois Certifications in public schools.
One outstandingly stupid gent became a regional superintendent in southern Illinois. He had a personally crafted sign in his classroom: 'Untied We Stand!' Untied he was from the bonds of his Catholic school contract, after he violated his contract for the last time.
This morning I read the hopelessly slanted report by the Tribune's Seeker -Manya Brachear. Her grain of salt begins with this poisoning of the well -
For years, some Roman Catholic bishops and conservatives have complained that American Catholic colleges have strayed from church teachings. Now, labor regulators in Chicago have declared that St. Xavier University isn't Catholic enough by government standards either.
Really? Most Catholic colleges are Corporations and Bishops are Corporations Sole in Illinois. They are separate legal entities. Which is it legal, or doctrinal?
Georgetown University, De Paul University and University of Notre Dame have bent like like Gummi Worms to be perceived as secular Ivory Towers. In fact Georgetown removed the Cross for President Obama. Notre Dame arrested rosary praying priests and old folks, unhappy with Our Lady's University telling America that Abortion is Okay. De Paul University, for some goofy reason, wants to be a rube Berkeley.
It is no easy thing being a Catholic, anymore than it is being a good Baptist, or a devout Jew, especially given American sub-culture these days.
Homosexual Marriage is unacceptable; Abortion is unacceptable. Therefore, to the ACLU, Planned Parenthood, Progressive bully pulpit Catholic is unacceptable.
Catholic Gummi Bears agree.
The NLRB gooning of St.Xavier University is no more than the Obama White House playing street for its base. President has no street cred and needs some quickly. Gooning a Catholic school will toss red meat to MSNBC, GE, Hollywood and SEIU. It'll show the man is serious about Change '08. The Change that gave us our current economic and moral swamp.
Part time ( Adjunct) teachers are not forced into the St. Xavier University HR Offices on 103rd Street at gun point. There is a perfectly fine Community College on Pulaski at 76th ( Daley) and another over on Dr. Martin Luther King Drive at 99th Street (Chicago State). They are secular choices, where no bishops pop out of the wood work.
As to the social justice issue, read the encyclicals. Pope Leo XIII for whom this old high school was named is the Pope of the Working Man and author of Rerum Novarum. Leo XIII wrote it for 19th Century working men who had full time jobs as meat-cutters, teamsters, drovers, renderers, leathermen, engineers, carpenters, electricians and plumbers. This was the age of the Molly Maguire hangings (23 hangings) in Pennsylvania and Colorado Mine massacres - hardly adjunct art teachers.
Rerum Novarum was not a call to organize lemonade stand workers, though work very hard.
The fact that a person studied real hard to get a Phd. in Public Art, or wrote her Masters thesis on 'The Enslavement of Women in Archie and Jughead Graphic Novel' is to be praised, but meat for a union local getting organized anywhere.
Pope Leo XIII was no Saul Alinsky.
I hope that St. Xavier University wins this one.
Catholic Universities like Catholics should be what they seem to be and not bend like Gummi Worms in order to charm dim bulbs like Manya Brachear.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
A Truth Commission, then, could cast light on these rampant abuses by pols and union leaders of rank-and-file workers and Illinois taxpayers. Then the rest of us taxpayers can apply whatever heat is necessary to enact significant reforms.
I heard today's Gospel read and immediately giggled like a six year old. The old bat next to me shushed me, not once but three times. "Grow up!" she hissed. As if.
I tried to stop giggling but God help me I could not. I so bad that I giggled all the way to the Communion rail. It was a Saturday Mass, so I guess that might absolve me a little bit.
It was funny. I had read Saturday's early on-line editorial in the Chicago Medill . . .Tribune. The Tribune is playing cold case investigation of the Illinois legislature, in order to find fault with 'somebody' for the current economic collapse that can be easily laid in the laps of the people who caused it - The Progressives.
Illinois is underwhelmed by revenue, because the Dawn Clark Netsch, Ain't She Great, poster-boy for pie-chart Marxism Ralph Martire has not been laughed out of the room for twenty years.
That is the essence of the problem; that, and the fact that Abner Mikva and other Brahmin's have not had a commission in a week or so. Abner Mikva chaired the Gaming Commission about ten years ago, that investigated Emerald Casino, that happened to be a pet project for ruin by the Tribune Editorial Board. Mikva killed Emerald's license to the nods and hushed awe of the progressive Machine. Illinois Gaming is now as pure as honey-dew vine water! Lord Ha' Mercy!
But at the bullshit buffet that is Illinois Progressive thought, one can not but guffaw.
Here's the Gospel passage from St. Matthew that got me in Dutch with the Shawlies all around me.
"What do you think? A man had two sons; and he went to the first and said, `Son, go and work in the vineyard today.
'And he answered, `I will not'; but afterward he repented and went.
And he went to the second and said the same; and he answered, `I go, sir,' but did not go.
Which of the two did the will of his father?" They said, "The first." Jesus said to them, "Truly, I say to you, the tax collectors and the harlots go into the kingdom of God before you.
For John came to you in the way of righteousness, and you did not believe him, but the tax collectors and the harlots believed him; and even when you saw it, you did not afterward repent and believe him.
I see the first son as the legislators of 1991 - yeah, alright we'll get to it. Illinois was pretty flush with revenue back then -Saddam was launching SCUDS into Israel, Bubba was diddling Paula Jones and underaged Arkansas interns and the economy was flush and Jon Burge was fired as a cop. Shoot, the Red Chinese wanted to open more Soy Sauce works in Illinois.
Guess what? Dawn Clark Netsch was the Illinois Comptroller (Dawn Clark Netsch (1991-1995)! The Illinois Comptroller cuts the checks from the revenue that comes in.
The Comptroller is charged, by the terms of Section 17 of Article V of the Constitution of Illinois, with the duties of: (a) maintaining the central fiscal accounts of the state, and (b) ordering payments into and out of the funds held by the Treasurer of Illinois. In accordance with this duty, the Comptroller signs paychecks or grants approval to electronic payments made by the state to its employees and creditors.
Kind of a Truth Commissioner on the public larder. Well DCN was cool with the Comptrolling and then ran for Governor. Ain't She Great?
D.C. Netsch was an Illinois Legislator along with the bad guys litanized in the Chicago Medill . . .Tribune. Now, I am given to understand that Ms. Netsch was a 'wide-awake' eagle-eyed public servant who would, were she so inclined,swoop down on corrupt snakes and pluck them from the sand. Maybe not.
Public Unions got powerful because of the Progressive Machine and sapped Illinois Revenue and Progressives like D.C.Netsch foisted pie-chart pirate Ralph Martire on us all to dazzle the Chicago Medill . . .Tribune and other news hounds. Cry Bullshit! and let slip the dogs of whores. . . and other protected species in the food chain!
Lawsuit Lotto Lawyers began raping taxpayers over police torture, discrimination ( gay, racial, dietary, you name it), SEIU became Big Labor, Wages became determined by legislation and not collective bargaining. More Ain't She/He Great Progressive Brahmins were no longer laughed out of the room. They became somebodies, by dint of appointments.
The second son in the Gospel is the Media - they say they will go into the vineyard and grunt and sweat, but they only manage to get Abner Mikva a paid commission, Ralph Martire a steady income flow, the Better Government Association stocked with pikers who stalk truck drivers and plumbers to catch them napping and after Illinois has gone to Shit, trot out salaries.
Truth Commission? Oh, Hell yeah. Why not.
How many tax-dollars have gone to Education programs mandated for Illinois schools to advocate abortion, Homosexual Marriage, idiotic sex education curricula and other hot button Progressive agendas?
How many millions of tax dollars have gone to make SEIU and the other lesser light public employee boon-doggles?
How many billions of dollars have gone to studies, commissions and retreats to tell us that the middle class is not paying enough for Green Initiatives, Reversing the Chicago River, and High Speed Rails?
How many gazillions of taxpayer dollars have not only fattened the wallets of Cadillac Commie lawyers, but also over-turned the convictions of thugs and killers?
One final question? Why did it take twenty years and the absence of the powerful from public life for the Chicago Medill . . .Tribune to pretend to grow a pair?
Saturday, September 24, 2011
The fact that in my nearly three score carbon footprint, I have had two very beautiful, smart, witty, and elegant women find me in any way attractive, good company and not socially sobering is proof enough for me that a great and merciful God exists. Go figure.
View the Midwestern skies at sunset, consider that Two and Half Men is on television, Chaz Bono, The platypus, Vlad Putin's cheerleaders, middle aged men who wear ear rings, or lawyers who wear cowboy hats.
We can explain the above photo (unphotoshopped BTW) Cathie Jung (USA, b. 1937) has a corseted waist measuring 15 inches. Un-corseted, it measures 21in. Her enthusiasm for Victorian clothes is why at the age of 38 she started wearing a training belt to gradually reduce her then 26in waist. She has never had surgery to define her waist.
Many Civil Rights advocates hold that the 'heart wants what the heart wants' which should explain this perfectly natural impending assignation.
Science is limited to that which can be explained. "Hey, baby, do Fries come with that wake? Baby you fine! Slow, up! Oh, this shark has . . . Pearly Teeth Babe . . ."
In Galway, the medical examiner has determined a case of spontaneous combustion.
A man who burned to death in his home died as a result of spontaneous combustion, an Irish coroner has ruled.
West Galway coroner Dr Ciaran McLoughlin said it was the first time in 25 years of investigating deaths that he had recorded such a verdict.
Michael Faherty, 76, died at his home in Galway on 22 December 2010.
Deaths attributed by some to "spontaneous combustion" occur when a living human body is burned without an apparent external source of ignition.
Typically police or fire investigators find burned corpses but no burned furniture.
An inquest in Galway on Thursday heard how investigators had been baffled as to the cause of Mr Faherty's death at his home at Clareview Park, Ballybane.
Forensic experts found that a fire in the fireplace of the sitting room where the badly burnt body was found, had not been the cause of the blaze that killed Mr Faherty.
An old guy is sitting by the fire,
As I was sitting by the fire talking to old Reilly's daughter. . ., but I digress.
Suddenly a thought came into my head, I'd like to marry old Reilly's daughter
Giddy I ae, giddy I ae, giddy I ae for the one-eyed Reilly
Spontaneous combustion. You burst into flames. Science.
Ladies and Gentleman! The Prime Mover - The Uncaused Cause! God, his own bad self!
Quod erat demonstrandum!
Friday, September 23, 2011
Males are not at all like Women. Equality? Equality should not mean whatever any androgynous subjectivist mouth-foamer demands it to be - " as you like it ,there, Titillian Transgender. By the way you have some bits of SlimJim betwen your teeth,"
Knock yourself out! Freedom to be woman is not license to be a skank, or another man.
Guys that are free with their tongues, where I come from anyway, tend to gum their food.
Freedom has always been a gift of God to us. We are free not to act like dogs and later justify promiscuity with an article by some alphabetted clown from Playboy or Cosmo.
Nevertheless, I am delighted by the signage on Expressways all over this great Metropolitan area touting the upcoming TV Show Pan Am. This series, like other 'return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear' Madmen presents well-dressed and cleaned up human beings as the standard for sexy.
As the philosophically hirsute trio ZZ Top teaches us all 'Every Girl Crazy 'Bout A Sharp Dressed Man!' So it is with, what I call, the Superior Gender. Nicely groomed and fashionably turned-out women are better than a Sunrise with Butterflies.
Playboy Bunnies and Stewardesses are back. Guys who wear suits and hats are back.
Clothes make not the person, but sure can tell us much about that person. I have Leo sweatshirts, T-shirts and gym shorts aplenty, but I would never wear those items to a dinner with an elegant and beautiful woman at Les Nomades. Entitled third tier movie stars can afford to act like dopes and arrive unshaven and dressed like Harry Potter on Hillbilly Heroin. People with the stamp of dignity burned into them by years of accomplishment and attention to other people have no such luxury.
Since the bra-burning harpies and their Tongue-studded, Tattooed sisters have donned everything from Meat to a Sneer, males continued to seek out beauty in days gone by. Alluring women do not dress like Andy Devine, nor do they spew foul Saxonisms like a vodka marinated whackjob. Nor do they allow foul-mouthed loutish males to verbally pollute their spaces. Sexy women finish conversations with louts in cold measures and colder glances -' I find your language as disgusting as your sense of fashion. Please, annoy the woman at the end of bar who is vomiting-up her Cosmo dinner. Yes, the one with tattoo on each breast saying, "Look" and "Lap." Goodbye."
Nothing is sexier than finely accoutered woman giving a slob the verbal kick to the curb.
I do not believe that I will watch Pan Am, but do hope that adolescent males aging 12-45 take in this show. They have feasted on MTV and HBO versions of women on Jersey Shore and Entourage. There is nothing sexier than woman who is centered, moral, smart and presents herself like a woman.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Father John P. Smyth
"No person stands so tall, as one who stoops to help a child."
My job requires a great deal of waiting - waiting for that magic moment in fund-raising, when the mission and operation of Leo High School matches a prospective donor's history of giving to a school like Leo with that person's capacity to make a gift; waiting to pull together current achievements and activities at the school to make a compelling presentation to that person; waiting to get an opportunity or appointment and waiting for the magic moment when that person asks, "How can I help."
Waiting is beautiful. In that gap between need identification and the gift, I get to again get knocked over by the capacity of people to look beyond themselves. Here in Chicago, the wait is never all that long.
Yesterday, before I went home to clean up for the Chicagoland Sports Hall of Fame Induction Dinner at Hawthorne Race Course, I had the opportunity to teach a few seniors about the job interview process. The teacher is a wonderful young lady who won her teaching spurs and the universal respect of the often times challenging 17 and 18 year olds in her many Math classes. As part of a business math unit, this innovative and thoughtful young lady has called a number of Leo Alumni professionals to serve as a mock interview panel next week. I was the stalking horse.
I am a teacher and a teacher, or a coach is a salesman. This morning when I get into work, I will sit down with one of our senior athletes in this class for a lesson on preparing for the up-coming interview and to go over his practice resume. From those lines on the paper, I will attempt to articulate the core worth of this splendid, thoughtful, tough, and centered young man in a letter of recommendation for this fictional job. I will also use this opportunity to begin drafting a letter from me that will be used in his college application. This is fund-raising.
This teacher's impact on her students is the core of what I do. This lesson in the steps necessary for securing employment is what it is all about. The young man has learned that many people are in his corner - his teacher, volunteers who went to Leo years ago, and a splendid old chap who works in the Development Office. I'll be waiting for this senior.
I always arrive early. I had a ticket for a guest of the Leo Advisory Board's table, a beautiful woman who has helped the kids at Leo for a number of years. I waited outside the entrance for her.
Haythorne Race Course was packed with giants.
Father John Smyth the legendary priest/athlete who dedicated his life to Christ's children, no matter what religion, race, or circumsatnce they walk in the world. Father Smyth walks along side them.
Gale Sayers, the Kansas Comet and arguably the gold standard for NFL running backs, who uses his modest fortune to help inner city kids learn to speak in public, develop computer skills and more importantly learn that they do not walk alone.
Rocky Bleier of Notre Dame and NFL fame, whose career was interrupted by service in Vietnam where he was horribly wounded, but fought back his wounds to not only play professional football, but pace the great Franco Harris of Pittsburg Steelers.
Three Time National College Basketball Championship coach Jim Calhoun of University of Connecticut.
Mr. Calhoun reminded all of us of the quality that makes Chicago great - "Chicago is a Town," he told us, " You all know each other and care for one another."
Chicago is a town. I waited outside for a woman of great fortune. While waiting, I met one of Honorees for the evening Barry Sanders. He was followed by Heisman Trophy winner and Fenwick legend Johnny Lattner and a gentleman by the name of Pat Kelly. We talked while they waited for elevator operated by beautiful girl with a new set braces from Hubbard High School. Barry Sanders, Pat Kelly and Johnny Lattner turned all of their attentions to the little girl tasked with taking them up to the second floor.
The dinner began at 7 P.M. and Leo's guest was fighting traffic on the Stevenson Expresway, no matter I waited. Retired Cook County Sherrif Mike Sheahan, Hall of Fame Father and Daughter Jerry and Katie Schumacher with Katie's gorgeous Mom Kathy, Chicago Firefighting hero Jim Corbett and others treated the elevator operator like she was the most important person on earth as well. It is good to wait.
At 7:35 P.M. our table mate arrived and immediately was swarmed by the parking lot attendants. This wealthy and prminent lady greated the older attendent,"Hey, how's your wife Albert?" I waited while she caught up with her friends. When our elevator doors opened the Hubbard Greyhound in braces was on break, but when we arrived on the second floor Gold Cup Room, Leo's beautiful philanthropist chatted with each and every waiter, waitress, bartender and manager after hailing them by name. The wait was worth it.
Later in the evening, Jim Calhoun reminded all of us that what makes Chicago great is not, plants, Silver Beans, or World Class tinsel.Chicago was, is and should remain a Town of Wait-ers. Waiting is beautiful. Chicagoans are neighbors and they are patient, generous, friendly, helpful and present. They wait in the long lines at Wakes. The greatest people are never disdainful of people and treat every person Oprah or a janitor like a neighbor.
Pikers are pushy and never wait.
We joined the throng of Leo Men waiting for this gracious woman's arrival. Presidnet Dan McGrath held out her chair and the brawny stalwarts stood in welcome: Jack Fitzgerald, Bob Sheehy, John Linehan, Bill Holland and Rich Finn - Mike Joyce a Hall of Fame Director and his expectantly radiant wife greeted us from the directors table. We were waiting for Leo football coach and Board Member Mike Holmes, who arrived before Grace was said. Our table included Tamara Holder, attorney, journalist and Fox Television News legal analyst, who joined the Advisory Board in January. The brawny stalwarts now include a stunning young lady. Father John Smyth led us all in prayer and he noted while many in crowd had not waited for Grace to said, somethings should not wait. Our guest handed President Dan McGrath a gift for the boys at Leo. Waiting is exquisite in this great town.
I better launch off my ass, I do not want to keep a young man waiting.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
"Now is the time for a new covenant inscribed not on stone, but on the human heart"(Jeremiah 31.31)
Welcome to my world. In this world comprised of families, there are unbelievable pressures on the co-heads of households - mortgage and rent of the home, health care for children, safety, groceries, heat, water, electricity, gas, upkeep and home maintenance, schooling and transportation. That would no doubt be the priorities in order of essentials.
Quality of life does not equate to living a happy, loving and fulfilled life, but it sure does play Hell on doing so.
Where I live many co-heads of household work - husbands and wives take jobs. As mothering is essential to early childhood development many young wives stay home while the kids are growing up through early schooling. Moms often walk the Little guys to and from Pre-school, Kindergarten, and the early grades and tend to be home after school. Dads generally work full time jobs and in my neighborhood that includes a great deal of overtime. where I live there are many working as skilled tradesmen, police officers, firemen and government employees.
Many of my neighbors are getting laid off due to City, State and County cut-backs in service.
The vast majority of my neighbors, like me are Roman Catholic and send their children to parish grammar schools in order to ground their children in the Faith and give them a solid elementary education. Catholic schools out-perform public schools.
After grade school, there are no choices for secondary schools other than Catholic High Schools. Middle Class families of other races and Faiths, like their Catholic neighbors choose Catholic High Schools for their children as well. I know Muslim, AME, Baptist and Lutheran and Dutch Reformed kids who attended Kelloge, Clissold and Vanderpole CPS grammar schools now attending Marist, St. Ignatius, Brother Rice, St. Rita, Mount Carmel and my beloved Leo High School, because they and their parents want them prepared for college or the Skilled Trades.
Catholic High School tuition is brutal.
Here are the choices with a ten mile radius of Zipcodes 60620, 60643, 60655.
Marist High School
4200 W. 115th St.
Chicago, IL 60655-4397
Mother McAuley Liberal Arts High School
3737 W. 99th St.
Chicago, IL 60655-3398
Brother Rice High School
10001 S. Pulaski Rd.
Chicago, IL 60655-3356
Leo High School
7901 S. Sangamon St.
Chicago, IL 60620-2531
St. Rita of Cascia High School
7740 S. Western Ave.
Chicago, IL 60620-5820
16100 Seton Dr.
South Holland, IL 60473-1899
My youngest daughter is a junior at Mother McAuley and attends with most of her classmates from St. Cajetan Grammar School - the other girls attend Marist, St. Ignatius, and two at Mount Assisi in Lemont. McAuley's tuition this year was paid in full in August at a whopping bargain at $ 8,950.00 with an additional $ 700.00 for books and fees. St. Ignatius is far more and Leo High School a bit less.
Let's say one of my neighbors worked as a driver ( Garbage Truck, Snowplow, & etc.) for the Dept. Streets and Sanitation and was bringing in about $ 70,000 a year and his wife was working part-time as a nurse at Advocate Christ, or Little Company of Mary Hospital - they have three boys at St. Rita and a daughter in college. Their mortgage on a three bedroom raised ranch is $ 1,036.00 with escrow and insurance per month. They are feeding three teenage boys, mind you. Clothing is less of a concern as they live in standard issue Bev Rat habiliments - SR Polos and chinos at school and baseball caps, cargo shorts and hoodies for formal occasions
Dad has worked the Ward for twenty years and change and some empowered dillies will now pick up the Virgin Mary Blue Recycling containers*. That must cause a chill in the otherwise steel spine of any man. but now let's talk about the gelding of Ward Organizations with Garbage Grid Gambit. If the "Bossism Reform GOOGOOs" are for it get ready for a pocket rape, Citizens! Are layoffs looming? You Betcha! Clout no longer exists. Shakman saved Illinois from corruption, Y'all! We got Garbage Grids a'coming!
Corruption and Crony Captialism remains unchecked to be sure but they benefit no one down on this level of the food chain. Ted the Helot's financial fanny flaps in the breeze and the "Ain't They Great" clowns always have a pay day. "Ain't They Greaters" are the idiots in Government whom the media and the Left Field advisers tag for Preferment. They are Reformers who lose elections and always get appointed to a swell paying bullet proof job in CPS, CTA, Lt. Governor, Congress, or the County Wastelands.
Ted the Helot gets a notice for unpaid days on the job, unpaid furloughs and finally the Layoff. That is what the Pie-Chart Gurus call Smart Sizing.
Catholic Schools offer a Tuition Covenant for Catholic Grammar Schools and secondary schools like Leo High School make sure that families can meet tuition costs. Big Shoulders Fund is a magnificent body of people who never seem to get any attention from the Chicago Media Icons. The Big Shoulders Fund raises millions of dollars specifically for inner city Chicago families who want a Catholic Education elementary and secondary.
Here at Leo High School fund-raising revenue is out-pacing tuition revenue, due to this lousy economy. Families are up against it. Dan McGrath, Leo President for Institutional Advancement, has collected $ 50,000 from new donors and $ 200,000 from an anonymous source since August to help move things along. Catholic Schools are tuition and fund-raising driven operations that outperform public schools.
Leo High School is working to bring Catholic Education to families with high school aged sons that are up-against-it. The Leo Advisory Board is helping craft and exciting tuition program that take some of the worry out of families facing lay-offs and other unforeseen financial burdens.
Government will not help. School Choice only happens in Indiana, folks. Until, things begin to make sense again, give Dan McGrath at Leo High School a call.
Leo High School - Male Only 9-12 College PreparatoryDan McGrath -President for Institutional Advancement
Leo High School
7901 S. Sangamon Street
Chicago, IL 60620
(773) 224-9600 7AM - 4PM.
Pat Hickey - Development Office
(773) 224-9600 ex. 208 5AM - 3PM
http://www.suntimes.com/news/cityhall/7016120-418/emanuel-to-switch-trash-pickup-to-grid-system-to-save-60-mil.* Oh, Yeah. It happened - $ 25M is some sweet garbage unless your life depends upon it. And the City will Save $60M with Garbage Grid? Dancer, Please! well, someone will save quite a bit - Chicago United Indsutries, n'cest pas?
As discussed in the Chicago Reader, Chicago’s recycling program has been both ineffective and expensive for a long time — and the city pays millions of dollars each year to maintain the program. Before he left office, former Mayor Richard M. Daley negotiated (but did not finalize) a new plan to privatize pickup of recycling in blue bins. (Like the current contract that gives the materials to Allied Waste, the blue bins would not cover multi-dwelling buildings, but would increase the number of households getting blue bins by about 200,000. The city would give up market value for the collected commodities, and continue to pay private contractors to haul and then sell the materials.)
It remains to be seen whether the Emanuel administration will adopt this plan; this week the city workers who currently collect the city’s recycling argued the proposal is counterproductive and too expensive.
Former Mayor Richard M. Daley’s plan to privatize household recycling would saddle Chicago homeowners with hidden costs, collection fees and late-night deliveries while depriving the city of millions of dollars in revenue from the sale of recyclables, union leaders contend.
Laborers Union Local 1001, whose members stand to lose their jobs to a private contractor, is further arguing that the 14-year contract would shortchange minorities and women, who would get just 9 percent and 3 percent of the deal respectively. That is a far cry from the 25 and 5 percent set-asides tied to most other city contracts.
Local 1001 business manager Lou Phillips noted that the city’s own forecasts project $3 million from the sale of recyclables this year, nearly three times the take in 2010.
“Can we afford to give up such an expanding, long-term revenue stream that, in reality, is better than the now-famous parking meter deal?” Phillips said.
“In bad economic times, more people eat at home, stay at home [and] create more trash which, with the proper education, has begun to create more recyclables [and] more potential revenue. . . . Why would we give away $3 million a year or more?”
Under fire to deliver suburban-style curbside recycling to 359,000 Chicago households without it, Daley chose Waste Management in late March to provide the service in four of six designated zones.
Fiscal shortfalls have led large cities to drastically change their recycling programs before. The irony is that contracts with Waste Management have often been too costly for municipalities to bear. Chicago ended a previous contract to collect blue bags with the firm several years ago and switched over to Allied Waste before ending the blue bag program altogether. In 2002, New York City had a serious budget crisis — and a recycling contract with Waste Management that cost the city over $40 million each year. The city decided to eliminate glass and plastic curbside pickups.
Immediately, residents protested. Faced with a highly unpopular policy decision and an unaffordable contract, the city looked for alternatives. Within months they found one. New York City entered into a contract with a scrap materials dealer (Hugo Neu) who treated the collected materials as commodities to sell rather than wastes to remove. Today, Hugo Neu pays New York City a few million dollars per year from the revenues they make off collected metals on the open market. That revenue offsets the costs of collecting all recyclables, including glass and plastics. Changing contracts to recognize that recyclables are commodities to sell rather than wastes to be charged for provided New York’s residents with a functioning recycling program that didn’t exhaust the budget.
Roosevelt Professor Carl Zimring discussed New York City’s experience in the last chapter of his book Cash for Your Trash: Scrap Recycling in America. He also discussed it and Chicago’s continued problems in SUST 240 Waste this past spring and will cover any updates to Chicago’s program in SUST 210 The Sustainable Future (offered online this summer beginning May 31). For more information on this or any other of our courses, visit our Sustainability Studies website, call 1-877-277-5978 (1-877-APPLY RU) or email applyRU@roosevelt.edu.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Class Warrior 2011 -Killing the Middle Class
Class Warrior 1900 -Giving Life to a Middle Class
Class Warfare? It might be. Rather, I see it as a masquerade of wanna-bees like porky film-maker and plutocrat Michael Moore doing a Big Bill Waywood imitation in Madison, Wisconsin last winter.
Movies need funding, especially documentary films. One must go where the money hides.
I am re-reading a wonderful book, Big Trouble: A Murder in a Small Western Town Sets Off a Struggle for the Soul of America published in 1998 and written by the late J. Anthony Lukas. Lukas wrote a brilliant study of the Boston Desegregation atrocity in the Boston Public School system - Common Ground in 1986. I read that book while I was teaching in Kankakee, IL. Bishop McNamara High School was beset by a down-turn in enrollment due to the closing of industries in the late 1970's. The school attempted an innovative restructure of tuition payment for struggling families - Negotiated Tuition. It worked for a couple of years and then the economy righted itself and Kankakee went from light industry to service industry. Common Ground studied three families - two white and one African American; two urban matriarchies ( one white and one African American) and one two-parent family of affluent suburban Liberals.
I was in Lake Forest, Il one day a year or so back and there was a street festival. A Huge banner proclaimed 'We Celebrate Diversity!' The streets seemed packed with Laplanders. Nary a dusky hued person celebrating diversity among the well-heeled caucasians.
Here is a review of that book -
As one who actually lived through these terrible, terrible times in Boston, this book is one of the only pieces of journalism that doesn't portray white, working class Boston as the bad, ugly racists, but rather shows that the children of Boston were used as pawns by well-heeled suburbanites and a lofty judge who walked away and then pointed the finger. It was always, always about class and not race and the whole busing debacle nearly ruined a great American city. Stopping the desegregation at the City limits was the biggest mistake ever made and the people of Boston simply refused to abide by it. Sure, people were accused of being racist and certainly some ugly things happened, but to act as though discrimination ended at the borders of Boston was ridiculous, which is now acknowledged. Hopefully the suburbs will not be let off the hook again.
There is one negative review that reads like an MSNBC commentary among the 21 Five Star ratings for the work.
Lukas, committed suicide shortly before Big Trouble was published. It is said that he set impossibly high standards for himself as a journalist. That is a problem that evades too many names on the Media mastheads these days.
Big Trouble weaves around the story of the assassination of former Idaho Governor Frank Steunenberg who had called in Federal troops to put down a strike at the Coeur d'Alene mining district in 1899.
A man named Orchard was arrested and charged with the crime. The Mining interests called in the Pinkertons and special agent James McPartland, the man who befriended the coal miners association known as the Molly Maguires and rigged their hangings, orchestrated to have Orchard placed on Death row without a trial.
In no times at all, following threats and bribes, McPartland and the Pinkertons obtained a 64 page confession by Orchard that included at least 17 other murders at the orders of the United Federation of Miners (UFM) a very radical union led by Marxist Bill (Big Bill) Haywood*. Haywood and two other union leaders were illegally extradited to Idaho from Colorado on forged papers - drafted by the energetic McPartland.
James McPartland was the G. Flint Taylor of his day. Jon Burge, the police officer tagged with hundreds and soon to be thousands of police torture incidents, required an energetic Class Warrior of post-racial age. For thirty years, G. Flint Taylor, like James McPartland the century before, has patiently and energetically shopped judges, journalists and juries and managed to have Burge convicted, not on torture, but perjury.
Lukas, in Big Trouble, painstakingly presents the facts about the last Turn-of-the-Century Class Warfare. At that time, there was virtually no middle class. There were owners and there were workers. In order to keep workers from the middle class, the Capitalists and Ruling Brahmin Class exercised power politics over the Laws and the people.
Today, the Ruling Class is evaporating the American Middle Class. The class warriors then and now face one another in a crazy-house mirror reflecting Hegelian power.
Like the Boston Desegregation fiasco - the ruling elites pitted black against white working classes and coated the narrative with the dismissive charge of racism. Southie Irish Catholic racists, like their ethnic counterparts in Chicago, New York, Philadelphia and Detroit are not worth considering. Very much like Tea Party people.
Lukas burst that balloon.
In 1904 there were very few African Americans living in Chicago. Some of those black skinned Americans lived next door to Irish, Lithuanian, Czech, German and Polish folks in the Stockyard region. In the summer of 1904 there was long and deadly strike by the Amalgamated Meat Cutters. You will find almost nothing about that strike on the Web these days. Companies were formed by people like Frank Curry of St. Louis to bring strikebreakers into cities where labor unrest erupted.
Upton Sinclair happened to be writing a story about the 1886 strike by the Knights of Labor in the Stockyards and he spent the early days of the summer of 1904 on the steps of black-listed Knight of Labor strike-leader John Joyce. That tale was never written. Upton Sinclair witnessed a huge strike himself and wrote about a Lithuanian meat-cutter who yelled to car loads of African Americans brought into Chicago by the likes of Curry as strike breakers -" It's not your skin! It's your Scabbing!"
Like McPartland, modern activists have succeeded in tagging Class War as meat and racism as its gravy. J. Anthony Lukas is not with us to make clear the issues and the personalities. The journolistas today operate according to a template provided by their benefactors.
White is Black and Black is Purple, if SEIU Mandarin Andy Stern says it is so.
Chicago cop Jon Burge tortured young black men 24 hours a day and seven days a week. Everyone knows that! If you do not know that fact you are hater, racist idiot.
Taxing billions-aires means taxing familes making $250,000.
Reading about a 1905 set-up to keep workers from attaining American middle class status makes sense of that same Class terminating the Middle Class. Warren Buffet will be fine. The husband and wife who use their college degrees and work long hours to gross $ 250,000 annually are in Big Trouble.
Click my post title and read Lukas's books.
* Big Bill Haywood went to the Soviet Union and worked for Lenin and later Joe Stalin, with whom he fell from grace. Big Bill died of alcoholism related maladies in a Moscow hosptial. Half of his ashes were scattered at Haymarket.
Monday, September 19, 2011
The world's largest 'baby batter' bank - Cryos has told Redheaded Males to hang on to their swimmers. Science. You can't beat it. Nevertheless, the lads who spent a lifetime doing just that worship at its temple.
A gorgeous Redhead, Mary Cleary, married me and gave birth to my redheaded daughter. My family is loaded with redheads. As noted by philosopher and roofer Eddie Carroll, "Gentlemen may prefer blondes, but it takes a real man to handle a redhead."
While I agree in spirit with Mr.Carroll, allow me to add my own empirical observation - No Man Handles a Redhead - no force on earth, my dear chap.
Redheads inspire - worship, fear and lust. Adam ( from the Hebrew for red or ruddy), Eric the Red, Rita Hayworth. Of course Judas Iscariot - or Carrot-top as the other eleven called him - comes in for universal derision.
One of the great Science worshippers of all time Adolph Hitler ( Vegan, PETA member, No Boozing crank and Non-smoker - the model Progressive) considered a ban on marriages for Redheads.
Now, the carbon footprint Gestapo scientists offer this Gingerphobia:
"There are too many redheads in relation to demand," Ole Schou, the director of Cryos, told the Danish newspaper, Ekstrabladet, according to London's Telegraph.
Men with scarlett manes sell "like hot cakes" in Ireland, Schou said, but that's about it.
"I do not think you choose a redhead, unless the partner - for example, the sterile male - has red hair, or because the lone woman has a preference for redheads," he said, the Telegraph reported. "And that's perhaps not so many, especially in the latter case."
Men with brown hair and brown eyes are very popular, Schou noted.
Hey, Ole, you been playing with yourself way too long there, Son. Get out in the fresh air and step away from the two dimensional babes for a while; shoot you'll go bind!
Ole, - I have gray hair with a touch of brown and brown eyes and have been and remain wildly more unpopular than redheads entirely. Random samplings by the handful! Science, my boy, science!
I think God knew what He was doing when He tossed a little Ginger into the mixture:
•Steve Allen & Woody Allen
•Elizabeth I of England
•Erik the Red
•Eric XIV of Sweden
•Sarah Ferguson, Duchess Of York
•Lynette 'Squeaky' Fromme
•Harold 'Red' Grange
•Vincent van Gogh
•Prince Harry of Wales
•Henry II of England
•Henry VIII of England
•L. Ron Hubbard
•Mary Queen of Scots
•Judge Marilyn Milian from The People's Court
•Richard I of England
•J. K. Rowling
•Martin Van Buren
Posted by pathickey at 4:44 AM
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Now, my father was hung for sheep stealingTommy Makem
My mother was burned for a witch
My sister's a dandy house-keeper
And I'm a mechanical switch
It's forty long years I have traveled
All by the contents of me pack
Me hammers, me awls and me pinchers
I carry them all on me back
When Teddy Sullivan died in May , his boy, Mossie, went through his boxes of treasures. Teddy kept letters 'from home' in Castleisland County Kerry.
Teddy came to the States and settled in Chicago in 1960. Me met Meg Joyce from Galway at a dance at Cannon Hall of the Hibernians on Halsted, courted and married the girl. Teddy had a good job working at the Audi Home, first as a boiler fireman and then as a Stationary Engineer. He and Meg moved out of their small apartment across from Sherman Park on Garfield Blvd when the girl was expecting Mossie. The Sullivans now lived in St. Ethelreda Parish in a two flat at 85th and Wolcott. It was there that the Sullivans of Chicago took shape.
However distant and cold about Ireland in his musings, Teddy kept close touch with those 'back home.' Teddy treasured his roots and never wanted to return to them. Teddy kept tickets from the small Kerry movie house where he saw The Searchers in Ireland. Among these trinkets, Mossie found a ticket-stub for a pair of dress shoes that had been paid ( £ 1,three shillings, eight pence) for but never been picked, before Teddy emigrated to Chicago. Today that would be about £ 17 Irish Pounds -very dear, or expensive as Hell!
Teddy and the late Meg Joyce-Sullivan never returned home to Ireland.
Mossie tucked the ticket into his wallet and with his young family went 'home' in July 2011 - it was Mossie's first trip back to Ireland.
The Sullivans enjoyed their time in Galway and county Clare took the Tarbert Ferry across the Shannon River and drove over and down the far-famed Kerry Mountains and into Castleisland County Kerry.
Mossie's wife Kerry and the three little girls shopped the second widest street in Ireland and enjoyed ice cream with a generous spike of Flake Chocolate, while Mossie searched out Old Dan Brosnan's Cobbler Shop out near the new market pens.
He found and entered the Georgian shop with a charming ring of the tiny bell above the door. Dan Brosnan's is a tight dusty and leathey space filled with brogans, boots, loafers and four generations of ladies boots, pumps and sandals. This was a history of Twentieth Century footwear.
Out of the back room shuffled a tiny man in his 90's interrupted of the next bite of his Noon Tea who wiped a bit of Chef's Sauce from the corner of his gray whiskered mouth with a "God Bless, Yank."
"Hello, are you Dan Brosnan?'
" I am, so."
"My father was from here."
" What Yank never tells me the same?"
" He left here in 1960 . . ."
" A Castleisland Engineer from Chicago, so!"
"Yes, sir he was."
" He's gone on, then."
" God be good to him."
"His name was Teddy Sullivan and he . . ."
" Mick the Dairyman's boy and brother to Dec, Turney, and Sarsfield who all went to Canada."
" You have a remarkable memory, Mr. Brosnan."
" I do so. How else can a man make a living in this vale of tears."
Mossie dug the yellowed cardboard ticket-stub marked S-786.
" In fact, I found a receipt ticket for a pair of dress shoes that my Dad had made in 1960 and paid in full £ 1,three shillings, eight pence."
The ancient cobbler shuffled to his shop counter's files and pulled the partner of the emigrant ticket seperated by force of his powerful fingers and fifty years and joined at this moment in geneological magic. Dan Bosnan smiled broadly.
" They'll be ready Thursday, Yank."
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Submitted by Michael Santo on 2011-09-17
September 17 has been targeted as a U.S. "Day of Rage," leveraging the Arab protests using the same name that took place in the Spring, this year, but in what's planned to be a set of peaceful protests against corperatism (Sic 'corporatism?" n'cest pas?) and corporate money in politics across the nation.
Well, shucks and dog my cats! The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree,
And an ol' Weepin' Willer is laughin' at me. I got me a 20 oz. cup of rich and dark Kean Coffee, the Purdue v. S.E. Missouri Game, a pot of two day old jambalaya, Eddy's Lime Fruit Bars, and my gal! Oh, what a beautiful Rage Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm fixin' to sing along with Gordon McRae! Everybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, September 16, 2011
Demographer and journalist Joel Kotkin has studied Americans with a very clear and unjaundiced jeweler's eye for decades. He has studied and identified the power shifts in post-industrial America and long ago predicted the collapse of State economies under weight of policy programs, pensions and wages paid out to policy wizards shilling for agenda PACS, like Acorn, Planned Parenthood, Alien Rights, and Gay Marriage advocates, as well as public service unions especially SEIU.
Every pothole in Illinois and California was predicted by Joel Kotkin long before President Obama took office.
President Obama campaigned as a 'different sort of Democrat' and he surely is that - he is America's first Gentry President, according Kotkin.
This morning in Politico Joel Kotkin unmasks the Gentry Progressive - the wolf in Democrat clothing.
To be sure, Obama’s ground game relied on organized labor, particularly public-sector unions, African-Americans, Latinos and progressive activists. But these groups have not emerged stronger from his three years in office.
Instead, the major winners of the Obama years have been the big nonprofits, venture capitalists and, most obviously, the financial aristocracy. These have all benefited from the Ben Bernanke-Timothy Geithner — previously the Bernanke-Henry Paulson — policy of cheap money and near zero-interest rates, which have depressed the savings of the middle classes but served as a major boon to Wall Street. This has benefited mostly the wealthiest 1 percent, which owns some 40 percent of equities and 60 percent of financial securities.
This Wall Street-first approach makes Reaganite “trickle down” look like a populist torrent. Glimmers of reality are beginning to dawn on more perceptive progressive analysts, like Kevin Drum of Mother Jones, who accuses the Democrats under Obama of abandoning “the middle class in favor of the rich.” The Democrats, grouses the reliably partisan but perceptive Harold Meyerson, should be known as “Bankers R Us.”
Reaction from Tea Party libertarians, Old Timey Democrats like meself, and even the tasseled loafer GOP saw Marxists in the woodpile. They're there, in some small way, but largely the Gentry is all about Lakeview Greystone Urban Power elites: the degree stamped, well-off, childless, venal and secular power-network players. They get into Democratic politics via the backdoor -appointments for favors to come. They are lawyers, connected -professional bankers, fund managers, and agents of every venue that rakes in nickels.
Kotkin presents the power behind the 'mount, shine, evaporate and fall' of the Obama moment in the sun:
To be sure, some parts of the old progressive coalition, such as African-Americans, whose prospects have declined markedly under Obama, will most likely remain loyal to the president. Many other working- and middle-class voters, including Latinos and young people, groups particularly hard hit, may not be ready to bolt en masse for the GOP. But their lessened enthusiasm to participate in either the campaign or to vote could threaten the White House next year.
These developments, as Marxists might put it, reflect the fundamental contradictions of gentry liberalism. Essentially, gentry liberalism reflects the coalescing interests among the financial, technological and academic upper strata. For these people, the Great Recession was brief and ended long ago. All depend heavily on high stock prices to maintain their wealth. Their interest in the overall U.S. economy — particularly the Main Street grass roots — has become ever more tenuous with their increasing ability to shift assets to East Asia and other developing country hot spots.
These prerogatives have been neatly protected under Obama. In the past, administrations let corporate scofflaws, like the savings and loan companies, collapse. Some were sent to jail. . . .
This may have also been good news for Manhattan and San Francisco real estate and luxury retail — Tiffany profits were up 25 percent in the past quarter. Silicon Valley venture capitalists, in particular, have been lavished with access to cheap government loans and incentives — as demonstrated by the recent revelations about solar manufacturer Solyndra — to promote their attempted expansion into the ballyhooed “green economy.”
The essential problem of gentryism, however, is that it fails to address the fundamental economic needs of the vast majority. It is also tied to policy prescriptions that either fail to spur broad-based growth or, in some cases, hinder it.
For one thing, by concentrating wealth at the top, the gentry approach has depressed entrepreneurialism among the vast middle and working classes. In contrast to past “recoveries,” the rate of new start-ups has slowed considerably. The health of existing small business remains feeble, notes the National Federation of Independent Business.
Other initiatives have slowed potential growth, particularly the threat of new draconian environmental regulations. Fossil-fuel development, for example, represents one of the best opportunities for new, high-wage employment for blue- and white-collar workers. In contrast, the massive expenditures of public money on “green jobs” has turned out to be less than effective in creating blue-collar employment.
Joel Kotkin was writing long before Obamas Gentry grabbed power. It is refreshing that people are now reading this prescient man. Click my post title for so much more.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
I'm writing to invite you to dinner.
If that sounds familiar, it's because we've done this before.
I've asked the campaign to organize small, five-person dinners
with supporters like you as a regular thing.
These dinners are important to me. Not just because they help
me stay connected to supporters like you who are doing the hard
work of building this campaign, but because they set us apart.
No matter what our opponents do over the next 14 months, we
have chosen to put people at the heart of our campaign -- and
we're focused on building it one grassroots donation at a time.
I'm asking you to make one today.
Will you donate $40 or more today to be automatically entered
for a chance to join me for dinner?
I read a few letters every day from the many that come to the
White House. Those personal connections with the people who
put me here drive me and remind me why I set out to do this job
in the first place.
Our focus on everyday Americans and their stories has always
made our organization more than just a political campaign.
From the very beginning, we've set out to practice a different kind
of politics -- proving that we don't need checks from Washington
lobbyists or unlimited special-interest money to win an election.
That's why I'm asking you to step up and donate today. When you
do, you'll be automatically entered to win a place at dinner:http://my.democrats.org/Dinner1
Maybe I'll get to thank you in person.Barack
Well, I am flattered, Mr. President, but must decline. My calendar is filled with open dates, but I would not wish to pencil in a square in the expectation that my two Jacksons would secure a dinner date before 2012. You see, if I sent in the two double-sawbucks and let's say I was chosen, the date might fall in a month determined by Turner Classic Movies as Ward Bond Month.
That would put me in the awkward position of declining the opportunity to break bread with our 44th President. Ward Bond trumps dinner with you Sir, I am very sorry to say. Though I am sure that the tucker and vittles would be something else, Man does not live upon bread alone - Ward Bond is another matter.
You have a reputation for soaring rhetoric, Sir, but I do not think you can match this pitch -
Good luck getting $ 40.00. The possibility of a month of 224 Ward Bond movies and features on TCM eclipses any possible time with you, Mr. President.
Interesting Veterans Statistics off the Vietnam Memorial Wall
"Carved on these walls is the story of America , of a continuing quest to preserve both Democracy and decency, and to protect a national treasure that we call the American dream." ~President George Bush
SOMETHING to think about - Most of the surviving Parents are now Deceased.
There are 58,267 names now listed on that polished black wall, including those added in 2010.
The names are arranged in the order in which they were taken from us by date and within each date the names are alphabetized. It is hard to believe it is 36 years since the last casualties.
Beginning at the apex on panel 1E and going out to the end of the East wall, appearing to recede into the earth (numbered 70E - May 25, 1968), then resuming at the end of the West wall, as the wall emerges from the earth (numbered 70W - continuing May 25, 1968) and ending with a date
in 1975. Thus the war's beginning and end meet. The war is complete, coming full circle, yet broken by the earth that bounds the angle's open side and contained within the earth itself.
The first known casualty was Richard B. Fitzgibbon, of North Weymouth , Mass. Listed by the U.S. Department of Defense as having been killed on June 8, 1956. His name is listed on the Wall with that of his son, Marine Corps Lance Cpl. Richard B. Fitzgibbon III, who was killed on Sept. 7, 1965.
There are three sets of fathers and sons on the Wall.
39,996 on the Wall were just 22 or younger.
8,283 were just 19 years old.
The largest age group, 33,103 were 18 years old.
12 soldiers on the Wall were 17 years old
5 soldiers on the Wall were 16 years old.
One soldier, PFC Dan Bullock was 15 years old.
997 soldiers were killed on their first day in Vietnam .
1,448 soldiers were killed on their last day in Vietnam .
31 sets of brothers are on the Wall.
Thirty one sets of parents lost two of their sons.
54 soldiers on attended Thomas Edison High School in Philadelphia . I wonder why so many from one school.
8 Women are on the Wall. Nursing the wounded.
244 soldiers were awarded the Medal of Honor during the Vietnam War; 153 of them are on the Wall.
Beallsville, Ohio with a population of 475 lost 6 of her sons.
West Virginia had the highest casualty rate percapita in the nation. There are 711 West Virginians on the Wall.
The Marines of Morenci - They led some of the scrappiest high school football and basketball teams that the little Arizona copper town of Morenci (pop. 5,058) had ever known and cheered. They enjoyed roaring beer busts. In quieter moments, they rode horses along the Coronado Trail, stalked deer in the Apache National Forest . And in the patriotic camaraderie typical of Morenci's mining families, the nine graduates of Morenci High enlisted as a group in the Marine Corps. Their service began on Independence Day, 1966. Only 3 returned home.
The Buddies of Midvale - LeRoy Tafoya, Jimmy Martinez, Tom Gonzales were all boyhood friends and lived on three consecutive streets in Midvale, Utah on Fifth, Sixth and Seventh avenues. They lived only a few yards apart. They played ball at the adjacent sandlot ball field. And they all went to Vietnam . In a span of 16 dark days in late 1967, all three would be killed. LeRoy was killed on Wednesday, Nov. 22, the fourth anniversary of John F. Kennedy's assassination. Jimmy died less than 24 hours later on Thanksgiving Day. Tom was shot dead assaulting the enemy on Dec. 7, Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day.
The most casualty deaths for a single day was on January 31, 1968 ~ 245 deaths.
The most casualty deaths for a single month was May 1968 - 2,415 casualties were incurred.
For most Americans who read this they will only see the numbers that the Vietnam War created. To those of us who survived the war, and to the families of those who did not, we see the faces, we feel the pain that these numbers created. We are, until we too pass away, haunted with these numbers, because they were our friends, fathers, husbands, wives, sons and daughters. There are no noble wars, just noble warriors. (emphasis my own)
Please pass this on to those who served during this time, and those who DO Care.
Not as lean; not as mean; but still a MARINE
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