Chen Guangcheng and the Centered People Who Help Me

 Attorney, journalist and abortion foe Christine Flowers writes a powerful piece about Chinese hero Chen Guangcheng . . .after I shoot my flannel-mouth off.

I spend my days with very centered people:  the old homeostasis, 98.6, the Golden Mean, the Nicomachean Ethics and all that jazz.   What gives us our center? Gravity, the laws of physics, push-me-pull you, experience, judgement, understanding working in harmony, a good breakfast, a light lunch and a sensible dinner followed by a nice trot, or amble, the dial set at the center and a good 7-8 hours of shut-eye for the absolute basics. Beyond the fundamental needs and realities, spirited centered people give us our balance.

Yesterday, as is my routine, I prayed ( Memorare & Novena to the Little Flower, stretched my once nimble and heroically chiseled muscles, corded sinews and toned epidermis in what passes for exercise, performed my morning ablutions ( Sh,Sh & Sh'd) donned day-task appropriate but elegant and raffish attire, looked in on my three sleeping off-spring, read, wrote and got out into God's glorious world.  I smoked the first of my daily five Marlboro (red) Regulars and scanned the swiftly Easterly exiting cloud masses of the departing warm front, pitched the butt into the alley storm sewer and mounted my Malibu for the visit to Karim's Dunkin Donuts at 104th & Western Aveneue.

Dunkin Donuts has been my venue for coffee these last months as a once convivial and lively morning Salon has evaporated.  Many of my Kean Gas Coffee Colleagues have retired, emptied the nest and moved to the south Loop.  Dunkin Donuts offers a far, far tastier 20 ounces of coffee and is well worth the price doubling.  Karim is a native Moroccan gentleman who with his third shift bride works seven day a week.  Karim is the American work ethic writ large. Dunkin Donuts is situated just east of the CTA/PACE bus stop 49A/349.

I arrive shortly after Karim opens and purchase an extra-large coffee and cream that will go with me to Leo, a small of the same that I will savor on the spot and strawberry frosted donut for my lady friend Cameron.  I drive Cameron's mother to the CTA terminal at 79th & Western. Cameron's mom, Kim, is a lovely thirty-something African American single mom who takes two to three buses to and from work at Illinois Medical Center, where Kim works the food service. Cameron is in third grade at Kellog CPS and waits the beginning of her school day at Small Stride Academy in the company of Lois, an African American woman known to the DD crowd as Lou. Lou shepherds Cameron, while Kim public transports herself to and from work.  I noticed Kim waiting for the bus during Chicago's most inclement of weather some time ago. There is no shelter from rain, snow, ice and wind at 104th Street and the PACE bus is all too often train delayed in Blue Island. I offered my services.

Kim and Cameron arrive shortly after Lou and I have discussed the goings-on of the day prior, current and to be.  We are always joined by two retired African American Streets and San workers, Bill and Al, Sgt. Pallasch of District 22 CPD, an shift-determined number of cops and fireman, a pretty nurse at Christ Advocate, a math teacher who travels to Barrington each morning, and Terry Cox, a Manchester born Irish American plumber with a gorgeous wife and  three little  boys.

Cameron is dressed each and every morning like she had an afternoon casting call for a new Disney series.  Cameron is obviously very well loved, nurtured, fed, corrected, supported and schooled. Kim works for salary that is more than likely just a above minimum wage and rents in Beverly just west of Vincennes Ave.  Kim has an older daughter attending Morgan Park High School as well. Kim cares for her children and provides a nice home and a decent education for the girls on a very modest salary.  Kim balances time and budget.  She is saving to buy a car.

I drive Kim to 79th & Western each weekday morning and watch her cross that very busy intersection and humble myself solid.  That is a heroic woman.

Yesterday, I opened Leo High School at 79th & Sangamon, while Kim rode the CTA to work and disappeared from day, and welcomed the two women who work our cafeteria a half hour later- Hi, Ladies!  " Hi, Hickey, it's Friday, Praise Jesus!  Seniors got Prom."  They are Kim.

I work on my stuff -grant research, Vanguard estate forms, in-house memos, Alumni e-mails and invitations to an upcoming visit by Cardinal George on May 11th.

Leo's volume increases with each and every young man, teacher, and staff member adding to the centered activities. A football coach from South Dakota State University asks me about one of our juniors, " Can he handle going out of state?"

This kid is seventeen years old, Hollywood Handsome, 6'4" of sculpted scholar/athlete and three letter man annually.

This kid was raised by a single mom and squad of Aunts, raised his reading abilities from the public school 5th grade level in his freshman year, avoided the GDs, Vice Lords, Stones, 4 Corner Hustlers and other affiliated losers like I do hard work, lifts twice his weight every day at every station in weight room, is courtly with all women and respectful of slower, goofier and less athletic schoolmates and maintains a 3.1 GPA; yeah, I think he might do fine.

My President, the best prose writer alive, Dan McGrath and I have a 2:30 P.M. appointment with Mr. Matt Simon of the Helen V. Brach Foundation at 55 West Wacker.  Dan directed me to take invitations to Cardinal's Visit over to the 6th ( Gresham) CPD District at 77th & Halsted and another to CFD House 129 (Truck 50) at 81st & Ashland - these Chicago heroes are a huge part of Leo High School. Every morning CPD Gresham watch that Leo students arrive safely and also notice if one or two of our lads might decide to lunch al fresco at Subway, or JJJ Fish on Halsted during the school day. CFD teams visit when alarms go off accidentally, or ante-examinationally and care for kids who get hurt in gym classes, or being adolescent males with too much sugar.  I did and returned to Leo.

At 1:30 P.M.,  Dan and I drove downtown to the Brach Foundation.  We met with Matt Simon, President of the charity and reported on our progress for a good hour. Matt gave Leo a check for $ 25,000 that will assist Leo men get a quality Catholic education.  Most young Leo men are not Catholic, in fact more than a few are devout Nation of Islam pilgrims. One of the most centered of graduating seniors is young man by the name of Hakim - blessed with two parents, a deep religious faith and  a powerful work ethic. Hakim will part Leo High School with a full scholarship to University of Central Michigan.

When we got back, Dan went to St. Laurence HS to watch our track team compete for the Catholic League Championship and then he would stop by the senior prom.  I had family stuff to do. My youngest is going to prom tonight.

These activities with centered people are what the gift of life is all about.  I am blessed.  I often do not live up to those blessings and others suffer.  I try.  BFD.  Others do and that is what keeps me in awe of Life.  This past week I wrote about Chen Guangcheng and his fight against forced abortions and horrific government-centered point of view that I fear is becoming much too strong in America.

If I have not bored a hole through you, my friend, Christine Flowers, a Philadelphia attorney, journalist and fearless abortion foe, wrote this today  ( full text with my own emphases).

There is a man in China who is blind, but who sees with a clarity that shames so many 'sighted' Americans.  His name is Chen Guangcheng, and he's a self-taught lawyer who has waged a courageous battle against his country's 'one-child' policy.
That policy, which violates every principle of human dignity recognized by the civilized world (to which China does not belong) forces Chinese women to abort any child after their firstborn, doing what some in this country feel is justified:  controlling the population in order to conserve our precious and limited natural resources.
The fact that the most precious natural resource we have is our children is irrelevant, or at most annoying, to those who believe that abortion is a fundamental right.
Vice President Joe Biden once indicated that he 'understood' the one-child policy.  That was an amazingly tone deaf comment, even for this sad son of Delaware.

Most reasonable people understand that forcing a woman to sacrifice her fertility to the utilitarian desires of an oppressive and evil regime is grounds for rebellion, revolution and in the case of Chen Guangcheng, a grant of political asylum.
Hillary Clinton and our State Department *are straddling a tightrope between what is right, and what is politically expedient.  They have not confirmed that this Chinese hero will be granted refuge in a country that says it cares about the rights of women.
And how do we know that it cares about women's rights?  

Well, our President took great pains to defend the honor of a well-heeled Georgetown Law Student named Sandra Fluck was who was called a mean name by a radio host.  He telephoned her personally to make sure that the lady who described subsidized birth control as a 'fundamental right' could buy that IUD or those monthly pills with her head held high. 

It's so good to know that this country puts such a high premium on the egos of women who don't want to pay for their own birth control. 

It would be better to know that it cares even more about a man who has sacrificed his life, his safety and his family's future so that unborn women can be free from the bonds of tyranny.

 Christine Flowers is very centered person and I am proud to know her.  Her words mirror what I experience from centered people every day, what judge to be the human qualities that defend and glorify the life we share and understand the obligations to maintain centered focus on first principles.
Christine Flowers, Chen Guangcheng, Karim, Cameron, Lou, Sgt. Pallasch, Terry Cox, the Leo Family, Dan McGrath, and the cops and fireman who keep a watchful eye on their precious lives center me.


Thank you all.




Read more: http://www.philly.com/philly/blogs/flowersshow/150255956.html#ixzz1u0Tw2L6t
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*The celebrated deal that would have ensured that blind dissident Chen Guangcheng would stay in China began to dissolve publicly with a tweet: “GUANGCHENG TALKED TO ME. WHAT MEDIA REPORTED IS WRONG.”
The unsettling Twitter message from Beijing activist Zeng Jinyan began a firestorm of debate over whether Chen had been coerced into the deal with threats to his family, an alarming idea that gutted the most important promise behind the agreement -- that Chen would be kept safe.
Zeng also said Chen really said he wanted to “see” U.S. Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton, not “kiss” her, upending a widely reported remark that had seemed to show the dramatic story coming to a happy ending. Other Chinese activists soon followed, sharing their own accounts of what Chen had said.
Foreign reporters contacted Chen via telephone and found him frightened and wanting to leave China. Two days later, plans were in the works for Chen to come study at an American university, as U.S. officials scrambled to rework the initial deal, which was excoriated by human rights groups and Republican critics.
The uproar put Clinton, who has been lauded by staffers as the “godmother of 21st century statecraft” for embracing Twitter and other digital tools, on the flip side of social media. Thanks to Twitter, the "air of privileged secrecy" around diplomacy is becoming harder than ever to maintain, New America Foundation senior fellow Emily Parker argued in the New Republic. L.A. Times

http://www.philly.com/philly/blogs/flowersshow/150255956.html

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/world_now/2012/05/twitter-chen.html

Catholic School Closing Caveat from Christine Flowers

Core Values is what it is all about.

This past Saturday, it was my privilege to welcome five young men from St. Gabriel Parish in Canaryville to Leo High School - Tommy, Mitch, Brian, Joe and Kevin. Asked them about their grades at St. Gabe's or Graham Elementary and four gents sparked up -"As & Bs" The biggest of the quintet, a red-headed freckled Bowery Boy escapee, was quiet. I asked, "How about you,pal?"

" I made the D Honor Roll!" remarked the future Leo Hall Fame inductee.

These guys will do fine. We had a nice crowd of test-taking Lions-to-be, mostly African American guys from the immediate neighborhoods, and several more Mexican American lads from Marquette Park and Scottsdale.

Last week it was reported that the Chicago Archdiocese Office of Catholic Schools reported the best enrollment in over forty years. That is news to celebrate, but briefly.

Other Catholic cities are not doing as well. My friend, lawyer and journalist, Christine Flowers posted a sobering report on the closings of Catholic Schools in Philadelphia, PA.

But, just as the secular fabric loosened, and families became less cohesive, so did the greater Catholic community. Sure, the vast majority of Philadelphia faithful continued to send their money and their kids to the Archdiocese, partly because they wanted to and partly because they had no other option. Private schools were too expensive or too far away (and too snotty), while public schools in the city started to get pretty dicey. I mean, we can talk all we want about Central and Masterman, but given the choice between a thwack on the fingers by a nun and a knife at the throat from a classmate, the choice was easy for most Catholic (and even non-Catholic) parents.

But a growing number of people decided that they'd prefer to spend their money elsewhere, even that relatively modest amount that the Archdiocese was asking for in tuition. And then you had the people who decided that the church didn't deserve their money because, as we all know, it was a haven for pedophiles, women-haters and homophobes. And there were always those who didn't want their kids brainwashed by the "religious kooks" and preferred to send their parents' grandchildren to nice secular places where they distribute condoms in the vending machines.

I hear you saying that it's not all a culture-war problem. That's true. It's a lack of common sense, from both God and Caesar. In making a complete and tragic mess of the abuse scandal, the church not only lost the moral high ground but made sure that the lawyers would start coming out with their claws unsheathed, ready to file lawsuits at the drop of a miter. You can't convince me that some of the schools targeted for closure couldn't have been saved if a million-dollar settlement hadn't already been paid out to Altar Boy Doe.

And the secular governments that are so obsessed with that wall between church and state, the one made of imaginary constitutional brick, heed the cries of the secularists and make sure to block vouchers at every possible turn. When you realize what the Catholic-school system saved the city in resources, you understand that the only reason it could have opposed vouchers was a suicidal fear of religious indoctrination.

It feels like a tidal wave has flooded Philadelphia, sweeping away generations of good things and cherished memories: my mom's alma mater, West Catholic; St. Hubert's, rock of the Northeast; Prendie and Bonner, in my own back yard.

I don't have any answers. Just tears.

When virtue disappears from the public, politicians can do exactly what they want. It is virtuous to give our children an education rooted in core values. Core values are important -even the government says so - this is from the National Park Service

What are Core Values?

The core values of an organization are those values we hold which form the foundation on which we perform work and conduct ourselves. We have an entire universe of values, but some of them are so primary, so important to us that through out the changes in society, government, politics, and technology they are STILL the core values we will abide by. In an ever-changing world, core values are constant. Core values are not descriptions of the work we do or the strategies we employ to accomplish our mission. The values underlie our work, how interact with each other, and which strategies we employ to fulfill our mission. The core values are the basic elements of how we go about our work. They are the practices we use (or should be using) every day in everything we do. ( emphasis my own)

CORE VALUES: Govern personal relationships
Guide business processes
Clarify who we are
Articulate what we stand for
Help explain why we do business the way we do
Guide us on how to teach
Inform us on how to reward
Guide us in making decisions
Underpin the whole organization
Require no external justification
Essential tenets

CORE VALUES ARE NOT:
Operating practices
Business strategies
Cultural norms
Competencies
Changed in response to market/ administration changes
Used individually

http://www.nps.gov/training/uc/whcv.htm

Catholic Schools have been successful because they stuck to core values -

To Know, Love, and Serve Jesus Christ
Perhaps it may be said that an even more foundational core value of the Catholic Church is to assist every one in the world - including we ourselves - to know, love, and serve Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, both in this life and in the next.

Great warning to Catholics, Christine.
Read more: http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_are_the_core_values_of_Catholicism#ixzz1jjWXqAGa

I was Born This Way and Worked on It - Christine Flowers Serves up the Progressives

I have been blessed to know some great people. Christine Flowers is a Philadelphia attorney and journalist who happens to be one tougher-than-calculus and gorgeous woman.

Today, in the Philadelphia Inquirer, Miss Flowers offers takes a a rhetorical cutlass to the thin-witted rapiers of Progressive meme-enschanz.

Christine M. Flowers: My right-wing views are part of my DNA


By Christine M. Flowers
Philadelphia Daily News
I'VE COME to believe that conservatism is genetic, not environmental.
After all, to take a page from the gay community, why would I choose a lifestyle that subjects me to criticism, discrimination and general vilification if I wasn't born that way?

Now, allow me to dislodge my tongue from cheek, and I'll explain how social conservatives have become the new Nazis for some people. In fact, we've been lumped together with the SS by disgruntled citizens from Wisconsin to New Jersey, most of whom pay union dues and seem to have a particular penchant for depicting their governors as Hitler.

(And don't get me started on Sarah Palin or Michele Bachmann, either of whom can't make a slip of the tongue without the New York Times, MSNBC and the rest of the media lynch mob turning them into a cross between Aimee Semple McPherson and Leni Reifenstahl.)

Some like to say that a conservative is a liberal who's been mugged, but that's simply a way to denigrate those of us who believe in personal responsibility. Liberals tend to sympathize with the mugger, and have a hard time waking up to the fact that not every miscreant on the street is a Jean Valjean looking for bread to feed his starving family. Sometimes, if it walks like a thug, talks like a thug and looks like a thug, it is a thug - and no amount of social engineering will make the thug sympathetic.

Social conservatives, as opposed to their fiscal and foreign-policy neocon cousins, have had a particularly hard time of it.

While the mainstream media drums up grudging appreciation for a guy like Indiana Gov. Mitch Daniels, who says we should abandon our fixation on social issues - and even had a (temporary) crush on Rudy Giuliani, who balanced his law-and-order creds with moderate views on abortion and gay marriage - anyone who is pro-life, anti-gay marriage, supports religion in the public square and thinks that the Equal Rights Amendment was a savvy scam is anathema to the Fourth Estate.

And when the media is agin' ye, thee has a problem, Pilgrim - because most of the Pulitzer-winning opinionators out there are unabashedly liberal, and seemingly incapable of believing that a rational being can ever be against abortion, same-sex unions, institutional atheism and anything else opposed by evolutionary amoebas like me.

So that's why I'm convinced social conservatism is a matter of DNA, not GOP, since anyone with a sense of self-preservation wouldn't willingly choose to live a life where you are considered a bigot, racist, misogynistic or, my very favorite, hopelessly stupid. Even those of us with advanced degrees, like Bachmann, a tax lawyer, are ridiculed as clueless simply because we don't sound like subscribers to Ms. magazine.

Our brothers and sisters in the gay community have made great inroads with the idea that they were born with their particular sexual orientation, something they neither acquired nor necessarily desired. They just "are," which helped reach the recent decision legalizing same-sex marriage in New York.

And while I used to struggle against that interpretation, given my strong belief that we are not slaves to biology, I have to admit that it makes life an awful lot easier if we can just say, "Hey, it's not my decision that I'm this way, so don't hate me for it!"

That's why I've decided that the next time someone writes a snarky comment after one of my op-eds calling me a mean-spirited "rhymes-with-witch," I'll try to convince them that believing in the sanctity of life from the moment of conception is as much a part of me as my attraction to men.

And the next time I get an email telling me I'm a coldhearted "rhymes-with-punt" because I don't think that the homeless should be able to use the sidewalk for a toilet, I'll argue that wanting to keep innocent citizens safe from unpredictably dangerous mental patients is as much a part of me as my Italian heritage.

And the next time I get a voice mail wondering why the Daily News employs a disgusting "rhymes-with-trucker" like me, I'll leave a return message explaining my belief that you can't give constitutional cover to same-sex marriage is as much a part of my inherited identity as my brown eyes and freckles.

I'm not sure it will work. But given the recent results in New York, I'm optimistic.

Christine M. Flowers is a lawyer.
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Powerful Story of Abortion Horrors and Planned Parenthooding Out of Philadelphia

Lawyer and writer Christine Flowers penned a powerful and disturbing story about the Abortion Industyry in America and the Planned Parenthooding of the Media. Well done Ms. Flowers! Read this.

The legalization of abortion was supposed to have protected not only "a woman's right to choose," but women's health in general. Unfortunately, the advocates hadn't yet heard of Dr. Kermit B. Gosnell and his abortion house of horrors.

In the wake of revelations about the unethical practices, unlicensed practitioners and grisly conditions at the West Philadelphia family planning clinic (are mummified fetuses in jars a form of birth control?), I expected the pro-choice activists to circle the wagons and attack a much greater enemy than the doctor himself: pro-lifers.

They didn't disappoint me.

Abortion is still legal and widely available in Pennsylvania. Which means legalization hasn't entirely eliminated the questionable medical practitioners who plied their trade in the dingy pre-Roe alleys. It just moved them into the light of day on Lancaster Avenue.

But the pro-choice crowd simply can't admit that. They'll acknowledge that licensing requirements must be made stricter. They'll applaud the fact that Pennsylvania suspended Gosnell's license, and that he agreed to a suspension in Delaware. They'll say that this doctor wasn't typical of the average abortion provider.

And they'll do what our sister paper did in its editorial on the topic, conjuring up the images of Barnett Slepian and George Tiller, abortionists killed by radical anti-abortion activists:

"Sadly, threats, protests, and even the murder of doctors who perform abortions have forced many good physicians out of the abortion business, leaving others to fill the void."

Like I said, I saw it coming.

You can't risk undermining the whole decades-long charade that legalized abortion is a medical necessity and that only by removing virtually all restrictions on availability can you promote "reproductive health." The women who died at Gosnell's clinic might differ, if they still could.

Still, I'm willing to concede that the vast majority of abortion clinics don't resemble the hellhole on Lancaster Avenue.

I'm also willing to admit that most of the people who perform abortions believe they are providing a necessary service.

But what I refuse to accept is the spin that many pro-choice advocates apply to this and similar issues, trying to make it seem as if they are the only ones who care about women's health.

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Philly Lawyer/Journalist Honors Cops - Christine M. Flowers! Chicago Lawyers and News Hacks Sully Cops - How About a Switch, Philly?

There must be something to that idea of a parallel universe. Here in Chicago, citizens are treated to a daily litany of calumnies and charges against the very women and men who put their lives on the line to protect and serve.

The Chicago Sun Times ( and its satellite papers of STNG) and the Chicago Tribune shoo their reporters to The Center for Wrongful Convictions, the MacArthur Center for Justice and the Peoples Law Office for cookie -cutter feel good stories that uplift the hearts of people who live far,far from crime and those who commit the most heinous offenses.

The Path to the Pulitzer is assured by Trust Funded Think Tank Lawyers and 1960's Radicals with law licenses ( they actually did less harm to American society with bombs and bottles back in the day) committed to undermining any and all confidence in the Justice System.

However, in Philadelphia a lawyer and a journalist, Christine M. Flowers, has written many columns in defence of police officers and common sense. Today, Ms. Flowers offers a tribute to four police officers killed in the line of duty since May 2008 - this is Phildelphia's bloodiest year for Law Enforcement personnel since 1996.

In the City of Brotherly Love and where G. Flint Taylor screamed Free Mumia - a convicted cop killer and Boutique Bolshevik hero, Christine Flowers - did I mention that she was both a lawyer and journalist?- puts the human face on the victims of murder who happen to be Police Officers.

2008 has been the most dangerous year for Philadelphia officers since 1996, when four were killed. A prayer to Michael the Archangel, patron of police, that we don't break the record.

And even though each death is different, some brutal assassinations, others reckless accidents, the effect is the same: overwhelming grief, followed by uncontained anger.

And it's a different sort of anger from when civilians die.

Yes, it's an ugly aspect of nature that innocent children should be caught in a drug cross-fire on their way to school.

It pierces the heart when elderly women are raped in their bedrooms by teen intruders, when retired army vets are bludgeoned to death in their living rooms, when young mothers are murdered by the fathers of their babies.


IT'S A MISERABLE world in which such things not only happen but become commonplace. And Philadelphia is a part of that world.

But there's something surpassingly sad when you see men and women grouped at the entrance of a hospital, tears in their eyes for a stricken comrade. The grief that accompanies the coffin of a fallen officer is unlike any other because the occupant of that coffin met death on our behalf.

And the symbolism of a rider-less horse following close behind reminds us that - for a moment at least - the city is defenseless.

Of course, that's only a brief illusion. For every officer who falls in the line of duty there are hundreds more ready to take his or her place in the thin blue line. While no one can replace the one who has been taken, the obligation is picked up by brothers and sisters, an unbroken continuum of faith and service.

We saw it with Timothy Simpson. Stephen Liczbinski's friend took the murdered officer's handcuffs and placed them on his accused assassin's wrist when he was apprehended back in May. Simpson honored that debt. Now, tragically, he and Liczbinski are together again.

Some people complain about the attention given when an officer is slain.

Some judges think we should not elevate their deaths above "the rest of us," those without the bulletproof vests and the shields. Some citizens think that color excuses criminality, or that poverty is an explanation for antisocial behavior, or that grief is misplaced for those who willingly enter a dangerous profession.

These sentiments are heard in the streets, seen in the courtrooms, read on the letters page.

But they are wrong. Decent people understand it. The rest are irrelevant.

Four officers won't see the New Year. Four men and women have made the ultimate sacrifice for a city and a system that often seems to care more about rehabilitating criminals than honoring heroes.

And still, they keep answering the call.

No greater love. *

Christine M. Flowers is a lawyer.

Ms. Flowers writes for the Philadelphia Daily News.

In the City of Big Shoulders and Pencil-Neck Media Stooges, who get spoon fed their investigative work into 'systemic racism, brutality and corruption'sagas by the very lawyers making millions of dollars out of lawsuits against the City of Chicago, police officers are fair game and objects of continual scorn and ridicule - Neil Steinberg went so far as to smear a whole neighborhood that is home to hundreds of the men and women who protect Neil Steinberg before he gets on the Metra to his lily white suburb, as a Nazi enclave.

I'd trade a fistful of cop-hating Media stooges for one Christine M. Flowers.