'Chi-Rish' Not the South Side Irish Killed the Parade

Marketing idiocy and Media Drumbeats about 'rollicking, boozing 'Get Your Irish On!' Fun euthanized a community event.

There are home-grown nit-wits in the three neighborhoods comprising what is now Irish Chicago ( Beverly, Morgan Park, & Mount Greenwood) - don't get me wrong.

However, there are no where near 300,000 plus people living in these three neighborhoods.

Metra and Fern Bar Bus Deals also contributed handsomely to the demise of the South Side Irish Parade that began as a family affair - the Coakleys, the Hendrys, the Hennesey's & etc. began the tradition in the 1970's by pulling decorated wagons and carts filled with little guys and girls. Parade Chairman Mary Beth Sheehan did a wonderful job over the years trying to maintain that spirit.

The Chicago Police were wonderful! Always!

By 1979, it had become a very good sized event. It became so big that politicians elbowed one another for placement in the parade.

By the new Millennium, the South Side Irish Parade became Mardi Gras North.

One year while working at St. Cajetan's Party ( which was also ended when a drunk driver from the suburbs killed an elderly couple going home from the Party), I decided to walk home and check on the house. One of my kids had left the back door open.

I found five twenty somethings in my kitchen.

'What's happenin' Dude? Yo Irish!'

'What are you doing in here and who are you?'

'Chill. We took a bus down from Niles. We saw the door open and wanted to Pee - Better than your garage man.'

I employed a sexually-charged term of endearment and mustered enough of middle aged purple rage in eyes, brows and neck muscles to indicate a less than welcoming demeanor.

The Two males and three females departed with the customary grace and language of the Entitled Generation.

That was three years ago. It was time to call Last Call on America's Youth.

That is what killed the parade. Miller Advertising*, Media Harping on Booze and Entitled MTV suckled American Youth. No Consequences - No Celebration.

* Way to Go! You Sold Beers and helped Kill a Tradition! There are 1,397 entries for Chi-Rish on Google Led off by NBC.


Click my post title for the Par-Tay Propaganda from NBC e.g.!

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South Side Irish Parade Has Ended

From The South Side Irish Parade Committee
RE: SOUTH SIDE IRISH ST. PATRICK’S DAY PARADE PLANS FOR 2010

Let this release serve as notice that the South Side Irish St. Patrick’s Day Parade Committee is not planning to stage a parade in its present form in March of 2010.

This decision was not arrived at lightly. For 31 years, this parade was a staple of the Beverly/Morgan Park and Mt. Greenwood communities – a celebration of faith, family and heritage that was cherished by thousands. Founded in 1979 by the Hendry and Coakley families, it was intended to instill in this community an appreciation for the Irish heritage that so many of its residents share.

This parade was an eagerly anticipated annual event which celebrated families, many of whom have created decades long traditions that we hope will endure. But what began as a neighborhood parade is now an event of international proportions. More than 300,000 people typically flock to the Beverly area each year, and the sheer volume has become more than the neighborhood can reasonably accommodate. With these numbers comes a collection of issues that strain both the host community and those individuals charged with effectively managing the crowds. Additionally, the amount of resources required to launch the event has become overwhelming to the community.

The Committee would like to thank the tens of thousands of parade faithful who supported this event for more than 30 years. The multigenerational families who turned out along Western Avenue each year, along with the fine organizations featured in the Line of March, were the essence of what made this parade so special. We would also like to thank the Chicago Police Department for the effort they put into managing the ever-growing crowd while working to maintain the dignity of the event.

While we regret the need to alter such a fine tradition, the Committee feels that suspending the South Side Irish Parade in its present form is the just and responsible thing to do. It is our hope, however, that this will not mean an end to the neighborhood’s annual celebration. The Committee will work to create a series of alternate events that will return us to what the parade’s founders had in mind – a neighborhood-friendly celebration of Irish heritage. Please look for news of our plans later this year.

Thank you for your support,

The South Side Irish St. Patrick’s Day Parade Committee


Well Done Founders, Committee Members Past and Present, Participants, Chicago Police, Fire, Traffic, Streets and Santitation Departments!

MSNBC' Olbermann Asks Tough Question of President Obama

MSNBC's Keith Olbermann -I really like my friend's boyfriend and I think he likes me because online he started telling me how good looking I was and that if he didn't have a girlfriend, he would go out with me but he doesn't want to cheat on his girlfriend. What should I do?


President Obama, Gosh, Keith,Feeling Guilty? I feel like I've answered this question a thousand times already but since it keeps coming up I'll answer it again. You shouldn't do ANYTHING! Don't talk to him online if you two are only going to flirt. You have to think about what kind of a friend and person you want to be. Do you want to go behind a friend's back and flirt with her boyfriend? How would you feel if someone did that to you? It's not ok and it's not harmless fun. He's being disrespectful and you shouldn't encourage him. Finally, think ahead. Say you continued to chat online and he dumped his girlfriend for you. Would you trust him not to do the same thing to you? There are other guys out there who wouldn't dream of behaving like this guy. This guy is bad news and so are you if you keep chatting with him.


h/t - Teen Magazine

John Kass and Mayor Daley - Mannish Boys on Commongound?

I have read John Kass this morning!
I am over come by a wave of Agape*! There is no sentiment so powerful, aside from a man's love of his wife, or a parent for children, as two lusty men joined in an electric charge of human understanding and compassion.

David and Jonathon
Achilles and Patroclus
Alexander the Great and Hephaestion
Jane Addams and Ellen Gates Starr and Mary Rozet Smith

Now, two titans of Chicago's Olympus descend from opposite sides of the rocky summit and lock arms and eyes in mutal recognition!

The Greek and the Gael!

Not since Winston Churchill and Michael Collins drank London dry while negotiating the Irish Peace Treaty of 1921 have too formidible foes set aside antipathies for Au Bon Pere's at Midnight!


The hoary rope of Hellenic soul twines tightly a Gordian Knot Round the Claddagh Heart & Hands of the Celtic Chieftan and by such bond no small energy can toss flowers of approbation and Huzzahs of Manly Enthusiam from the throngs of Chicago.

As Alexander Pope said,...

A generous friendship no cold medium knows
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows;
One should our interests and our passions be,
My friend must hate the man that injures me.

My Thigh is All A Tingle

*The Christian usage of the term agape comes almost directly from the canonical Gospels' account of the teachings of Jesus. When asked what was the greatest commandment, Jesus said, "'Love (agapao) the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.' This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: 'Love (agapao) your neighbor as yourself.' All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments." (Matthew 22:37-40)

In Judaism, the first ("...love the LORD your God...") is the Shema, the second ("...love your neighbor...") is the Great Commandment.

Give Blago All The Dead Air Time He Deserves - Don't Call; Don't Listen; Don't Encourage More!

Blago got two terms as Governor of Illinois -that was not enough.

Blago shook down Illinois - not enough.

Blago went on National TV - not enough

Blago got a book deal - not enough

Blago got WLS to hand over Air-time - That is about enough.

This from Fox Television on December 9th was enough for me.

Fitzgerald said Blagojevich was recorded in wiretaps as saying, "Fire all those 'bleeping' people, get them the bleep out of there and get us some support."

The prosecutor also cited another instance in which Blagojevich allegedly said he wanted to pull back $8 million in funding from the Children's Memorial Hospital in Chicago because he did not receive a $50,000 personal contribution he had wanted from the hospital.

Blago shook down the hospital where my cousin's little boy Paddy had 20 + brain surgeries.

That little guy Paddy has had enough.

Click my post title for Fitzgerald's news conference on Dec. 9th, if you feel complelled to tune in to WLS and Blag. Wait until 9AM.

Haven't you had enough of Blago?

SLA Vet, Convicted Murderer, Illini Applicant Jim Kilgore - Wasn't He on Seinfeld?

The Guy above is a murderer. The guy below was on Seinfeld
University of Illinois attracts some real beauts - our latest Nutbag ( e.g. Billy Ayers) is Jim Kilgore who murdered a woman in California during his hitch with the Symbionese Liberation Army.

He's getting out -Never Forget Hire the Vet - and wants to spend his final probationary days here in Illinois.

Hat Tip to the Lovely Anne Leary of Backyard Conservative for picking this Hot grounder - that went through the mitts and legs of SEIU's Mickey Mouse Club - The Around the Horn Dweebs at Progress Illinois. The Sun was in their eyes. while bending over, I guess.

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How Does Such a Dip-Wad Get Such a Great Lawyer? Terry Gillespie The Real Deal

I wouldn't cross the street to even 'notice' let alone talk with, meet, engage, experience or stand in proximity to Rod Blagojevich. In fact, I found the now . . .well, he is shameless and on WLS tomorrow and so I guess that rules out Disgraced. . .out of Office Rod Blagojevich, to be completely repellent years ago.

He reminds me of the bust-out drunks who 'happen' while you have been enjoying a polite and thoughtful symposium among better people at Keegan's Pub - a pest who can not stop talking while saying absolutely nothing.

Blagojevich has always had the reputation among political pros in the 19th Ward as a 'Gate-Crasher.' In fact I witnessed one his more obnoxious apparitions about ten or twelve years ago. Que Payaso! N.B. Good word used it twice today - H/T J.C. Gutierrez.

Blago has just scored one of my favorite Criminal Defense Attorneys in Chicagoland Terry Gillespie. I always felt that Blago was right at home with Ed Genson, who oozes all the charm of G. Flint Taylor.

Terry Gillespie, like Joe Powers, Tom Durkin, Bob Clifford, and the great Mike Monico, is a legal genius and a genuinely likable guy. Funny as hell as well!

Blago is going to shoot manure like a broken Kohler toilet and much of what hits the fan will stick to many Illinois Political Players.

With Terry Gillespie around at least I will not need to listen to Milorod.

Chicago Tribune's Dan McGrath Pillories Societal Balderdash in One Report on the Problem in Sports

Dan McGrath, Chicago Tribune Sports Editor's matchlees prose says it all:
TRIBUNE VOICES

Teacher's call reversed, putting teen athlete back in the game
Dan McGrath
March 23, 2009
The closest Chris Wolf got to watching his students at North Lawndale College Prep compete in this weekend's Class 3A state basketball tournament was a television set. And it was probably for the best.

Wolf, a 35-year-old math teacher, is not at all comfortable being in the center of a storm, but that's where he has found himself the last three weeks after turning in a star player whom he suspected of cheating on a makeup exam. Jonathan Mills was suspended from the team and sidelined for the state playoffs.

But his mother hired an attorney who sued school officials and got a temporary restraining order blocking enforcement of the penalty, on the grounds it would do Mills irreparable harm.

A 6-foot-5 senior with Division I college talent, Mills was in the lineup when the Phoenix lost to Champaign Centennial in Friday's 3A semifinal, then beat Leo in Saturday's third-place game.



Wolf was back in Chicago, his safety a concern. North Lawndale's team is the pride of its struggling West Side community, and some eyes view Wolf as a traitor, even though he is a basketball fan of the first order and the team's unofficial academic adviser, having spent many hours helping players (and non-players) do the work to stay eligible and qualify for college.

"I know Chris to be a teacher who goes above and beyond the call of duty in helping students," North Lawndale Principal Rob Karpinsky said.

Karpinsky, a former Catholic priest, has seen his faith tested by recent events. In November, three of North Lawndale's best and brightest students drowned in the Fox River when they took paddle boats out after hours during a leadership retreat at Camp Algonquin. The boats had been taken out of service for the winter and capsized shortly after being put in the frigid water. Adrian Alexander, Melvin Choice and Jimmy Avant died in the accident.

"You can say it's been a difficult year," Karpinsky said.

Mills' class was scheduled to take the Algebra II exam on Feb. 23, but he asked for an extension. North Lawndale had won the Public League championship the night before and the team enjoyed a postgame get-together at the ESPN Zone.

After Mills missed one makeup date, Wolf agreed to meet him at school at 6:45 a.m. on Feb. 24 to administer the test, and the player scored a 96. After Mills left the room, Wolf said, he came across evidence that he'd had help. He won't discuss particulars, because of the litigation, but he was certain, and he immediately began agonizing over what to do next.

"So much of what the school community prides itself on is athletic performance," Wolf said. "I knew it wouldn't be pretty."

He called his dad in Wisconsin, "the ultimate moral majority in the family. He told me to pretend I didn't see anything. If he says that ... ."

But Wolf couldn't let the matter slide. North Lawndale is a charter school, with more control over its curriculum than a typical public school, and a "do-the-right-thing" imperative is essential to its mission and to the life lessons it tries to teach.

"I try to be fair, and there's no way I could look at the other kids, the kids who work their butts off, if I hadn't followed through on this," Wolf said. "You want kids to get the grades, but they have to earn them."

Karpinsky and school President John Horan say they had no reason to doubt Wolf's version of events.

"Sports is a major factor that attracts kids, and we're very proud of our sports teams," Horan said. "There's a real balancing act between athletics and our academic mission, which is to prepare kids from an underserved community to graduate from college. Part of the challenge is to never see athletics as more important than that."

Mills has steadfastly denied cheating, telling the Tribune he didn't have to, that he was passing the course. Wolf acknowledges that he was. But the teacher believes he did the right thing, and he's gratified by the school's support.

"This isn't about squeaking by, about turning an 'F' into a 'C.' It's about performing in the classroom as well as on the basketball court," Horan said. "We want to create a situation in which our kids succeed academically, and we try to be flexible, but you can't be an enabler. There are bottom-line standards, IHSA standards and our own standards.

"And our standards are pretty high."

Basketball ends, for even the most talented kids. Life goes on, and for the kids of North Lawndale it's a daily challenge. Wolf and his colleagues want students to be prepared. Doing the right thing is part of the deal.

dmcgrath@tribune.com

High School Coaching Anew! 'Play Up, Chaps! Oh, Play Up, Do!'

The Chicago public school system is proposing new rules for high school coaches that would explicitly ban them from pushing, pinching or paddling athletes or engaging in "displays of temper,"' the Chicago Sun-Times reports.

The proposal follows allegations that at least four Chicago coaches had paddled or hit athletes. The new policy could including banning coaches for life for a single rule violation.

"We're trying to send a message. We're trying to make it crystal clear that this is not acceptable behavior,"' CPS counsel Patrick Rocks tells the paper.

USA Today 3/24/2009

As a Result -

2010 Chicago Public School Soccer Match Percy Julian College Prep versus Calumet High School

“Hold the punt-about!” “To the goals!” are the cries, and all stray balls are impounded by the authorities; and the whole mass of boys moves up towards the two goals, dividing as they go into three bodies. That little band on the left, consisting of from fifteen to twenty boys, Dewann amongst them, who are making for the goal under the Calumet wall, are the Calumet High boys who are not to play-up, and have to stay in goal. The larger body moving to the island goal are the School boys in a like predicament. The great mass in the middle are the players-up, both sides mingled together; they are hanging their jackets, and all who mean real work, their hats, waistcoats, neck-handkerchiefs, and braces, on the railings round the small trees; and there they go by twos and threes up to their respective grounds. There is none of the colour and tastiness of get-up, you will perceive, which lends such a life to the present game at Calumet, making the dullest and worst-fought match a pretty sight. Now each house has its own uniform of cap and jersey, of some lively colour: but at the time we are speaking of plush caps have not yet come in, or uniforms of any sort, except the Calumet white trousers, which are abominably cold to-day: let us get to work, bare-headed, and girded with our plain leather straps—but we mean business, gentlemen.

And now that the two sides have fairly sundered, and each occupies its own ground, and we get a good look at them, what absurdity is this? You don’t mean to say that those fifty or sixty boys in white trousers, many of them quite small, are going to play that huge mass opposite? Indeed I do, gentlemen; they’re going to try at any rate, and won’t make such a bad fight of it either, mark my word; for hasn’t old Brooke won the toss, with his lucky halfpenny, and got choice of goals and kick-off? The new ball you may see lie there quite by itself, in the middle, pointing towards the School or island goal; in another minute it will be well on its way there. Use that minute in remarking how the Calumet side is drilled. You will see in the first place, that the sixth-form boy, who has the charge of goal, has spread his force (the goal-keepers) so as to occupy the whole space behind the goal-posts, at distances of about five yards apart; a safe and well-kept goal is the foundation of all good play. Old Marcus Pureheart is talking to the captain of quarters; and now he moves away. See how that youngster spreads his men (the light brigade) carefully over the ground, half-way between their own goal and the body of their own players-up (the heavy brigade). These again play in several bodies; there is young Jamal and the bull-dogs—mark them well—they are the “fighting brigade,” the “die-hards,” larking about at leap-frog to keep themselves warm, and playing tricks on one another. And on each side of old Leander, who is now standing in the middle of the ground and just going to kick-off, you see a separate wing of players-up, each with a boy of acknowledged prowess to look to—here Warner, and there Hedge; but over all is old Leander, absolute as he of Cuba, but wisely and bravely ruling over willing and worshipping subjects, a true football king. His face is earnest and careful as he glances a last time over his array, but full of pluck and hope, the sort of look I hope to see in my general when I go out to fight.

The Percy Julian side is not organized in the same way. The goal-keepers are all in lumps, any-how and no- how; you can’t distinguish between the players-up and the boys in quarters, and there is divided leadership; butwith such odds in strength and weight it must take more than that to hinder them from winning; and so their leaders seem to think, for they let the players-up manage themselves.

But now look, there is a slight move forward of the Calumet-house wings; a shout of “Are you ready?” and loud affirmative reply. Old Marcus takes half-a-dozen quick steps, and away goes the ball spinning towards the School goal,—seventy yards before it touches ground, and at no point above twelve or fifteen feet high, a model kick-off; and the School-house cheer and rush on; the ball is returned, and they meet it and drive it back amongst the masses of the School already in motion. Then the two sides close, and you can see nothing for minutes but a swaying crowd of boys, at one point violently agitated. That is where the ball is, and there are the keen players to be met, and the glory and the hard knocks to be got: you hear the dull thud thud of the ball, and the shouts of “Off your side,” “Down with him,” “Put him over,” “Bravo.” This is what we call “a scrummage,” gentlemen, and the first scrummage in a School- house match was no joke in the consulship of Plancus.

But see! it has broken; the ball is driven out on the Calumet High side, and a rush of the Calumet Injuns carries it past the Calumet players-up. “Look out in quarters,” Marcus’s and twenty other voices ring out; no need to call though: the School-house captain of quarters has caught it on the bound, dodges the foremost School boys, who are heading the rush, and sends it back with a good drop-kick well into the enemy’s country. And then follows rush upon rush, and scrummage upon scrummage, the ball now driven through into the School-house quarters, and now into the Calumet goal; for the Injuns have not lost the advantage which the kick-off and a slight wind gave them at the outset, and are slightly “penning” their adversaries. You say, you don’t see much in it all; nothing but a struggling mass of boys, and a leather ball which seems to excite them all to great fury, as a red rag does a bull. My dear sir, a battle would look much the same to you, except that the boys would be men, and the balls iron; but a battle would be worth your looking at for all that, and so is a football match. You can’t be expected to appreciate the delicate strokes of play, the turns by which a game is lost and won,—it takes an old player to do that, but the broad philosophy of football you can understand if you will. Come along with me a little nearer, and let us consider it together.are the colour of mother earth from shoulder to ankle, except young Brooke, who has a marvellous knack of keeping his legs. The School-house are being penned in their turn, and now the ball is behind their goal, under the Doctor’s wall. The Doctor and some of his family are there looking on, and seem as anxious as any boy for the success of the School-house. We get a minute’s breathing time before old Brooke kicks out, and he gives the word to play strongly for touch, by the three trees. A way goes the ball, and the bull-dogs after it, and in another minute there is shout of “In touch!” “Our ball!” Now’s your time, old Marcus, while your men are still fresh. He stands with the ball in his hand, while the two sides form in deep lines opposite one another: he must strike it straight out between them. The lines are thickest close to him, but young Brooke and two or three of his men are shifting up further, where the opposite line is weak. Old Brooke strikes it out straight and strong, and it falls opposite his brother. Hurra! that rush has taken it right through the School line, and away past the three trees, far into their quarters, and young Marcus and the bull-dogs are close upon it. The School leaders rush back, shouting “Look out in goal,” and strain every nerve to catch him, but they are after the fleetest foot in Rugby. There they go straight for the School goal-posts, quarters scattering before them. One after another the bull-dogs go down, but young Marcus holds on. “He is down.” No! a long stagger, but the danger is past; that was the shock of Crew, the most dangerous of dodgers. And now he is close to the School goal, the ball not three yards before him. There is a hurried rush of the School fags to the spot, but no one throws himself on the ball, the only chance, and young Brooke has touched it right under the School goal-posts.

The School leaders come up furious, and administer toco to the wretched fags nearest at hand; they may well be angry, for it is all Lombard-street to a china orange that the School-house kick a goal with the ball touched in such a good place. Old Brooke of course will kick it out, but who shall catch and place it? Call Crab Jones. Here he comes, sauntering along with a straw in his mouth, the queerest, coolest fish in Rugby: if he were tumbled into the moon this minute, he would just pick himself up without taking his hands out of his pockets or turning a hair. But it is a moment when the boldest charger’s heart beats quick. Old Marcus stands with the ball under his arm motioning the School back; he will not kick-out till they are all in goal, behind the posts; they are all edging forwards, inch by inch, to get nearer for the rush at Crab Jones, who stands there in front of old Marcus to catch the ball. If they can reach and destroy him before he catches, the danger is over; and with one and the same rush they will carry it right away to the Calumet High goal. Fond hope! it is kicked out and caught beautifully. Crab strikes his heel into the ground, to mark the spot where the ball was caught, beyond which the School line may not advance; but there they stand, five deep, ready to rush the moment the ball touches the ground. Take plenty of room! don’t give the rush a chance of reaching you! place it true and steady! Trust Crab Jones—he has made a small hole with his heel for the ball to lie on, by which he is resting on one knee, with his eye on old Marcus. “Now!” Crab places the ball at the word, old Marcus kicks, and it rises slowly and truly as the School rush forward.

Then a moment’s pause, while both sides look up at the spinning ball. There it flies, straight between the two posts, some five feet above the cross-bar, an unquestioned goal; and a shout of real genuine joy rings out from the Calumet players-up, and a faint echo of it comes over the close from the goal- keepers under the Doctor’s wall. A goal in the first hour—such a thing hasn’t been done in the School- house match these five years.

“Over!” is the cry: the two sides change goals, and the Calumet goal-keepers come threading their way across through the masses of the School; the most openly triumphant of them, amongst whom is Akim, a Calumet man of two hours’ standing, getting their ears boxed in the transit. Akim indeed is excited beyond measure, and it is all the sixth-form boy, kindest and safest of goal-keepers, has been able to do, to keep him from rushing out whenever the ball has been near their goal. So he holds him by his side, and instructs him in the science of touching.

“Are you ready?” “Yes.” And away comes the ball kicked high in the air, to give the School time to rush on and catch it as it falls. And here they are amongst us. Meet them like GDS, you Calumet boys, and charge them home. Now is the time to show what mettle is in you—and there shall be a warm seat by the hall fire, and honour, and lots of bottled beer to-night,(like them Playas at Whitey Young!) for him who does his duty in the next half-hour. And they are well met. Again and again the cloud of their players-up gathers before our goal, and comes threatening on, and Warner or Hedge, with young Brooke and the relics of the bull-dogs, break through and carry the ball back; and old Brooke ranges the field like Job’s war-horse: the thickest scrummage parts asunder before his rush, like the waves before a clipper’s bows; his cheery voice rings over the field, and his eye is everywhere. And if these miss the ball, and it rolls dangerously in front of our goal, Crab Jones and his men have seized it and sent it away towards the sides with the unerring drop-kick. This is worth living for; the whole sum of school-boy existence gathered up into one straining, struggling half-hour, a half-hour worth a year of common life.

The quarter to five has struck, and the play slackens for a minute before goal; but there is Crew, the artful dodger, driving the ball in behind our goal, on the island side, where our quarters are weakest. Is there no one to meet him? Yes! look at little East! the ball is just at equal distances between the two, and they rush together, the young man of seventeen and the boy of twelve, and kick it at the same moment. Crew passes on without a stagger; East is hurled forward by the shock, and plunges on his shoulder, as if he would bury himself in the ground; but the ball rises straight into the air, and falls behind Crew’s back, while the “bravos” of the School-house attest the pluckiest charge of all that hard-fought day. Warner picks East up lame and half stunned, and he hobbles back into goal, conscious of having played the man.

And now the last minutes are come, and the School gather for their last rush, every boy of the hundred and twenty who has a run left in him. Reckless of the defence of their own goal, on they come across the level big-side ground, the ball well down amongst them, straight for our goal, like the column of the Old Guard up the slope at Waterloo. All former charges have been child’s play to this. Will-kill and 'Tang have met them, but still on they come. The bull-dogs rush in for the last time; they are hurled over or carried back, striving hand, foot, and eyelids. Old Brooke comes sweeping round the skirts of the play, and turning short round picks out the very heart of the scrummage, and plunges in. It wavers for a moment—he has the ball! No, it has passed him, and his voice rings out clear over the advancing tide, “Look out in goal.” Crab Jones catches it for a moment; but before he can kick, the rush is upon him and passes over him; and he picks himself up behind them with his straw in his mouth, a little dirtier, but as cool as ever.

The ball rolls slowly in behind the Calumet goal not three yards in front of a dozen of the biggest Calumet players-up.

Next week ! Will Akim, Old Marcus and Crab Jones bring Honor to Old Calumet or will Percy Julian College Prep roundly sully these young hearts of oak?

Scum Dog Millionaires, or Loudmouth Yuppie Victims of Their Own Personal Entitlement to Live La Vida Payaso?

Cops were an easy gambit for PI/Brutality Beef attorneys after the lard-ass with a badge beat up a tiny Polish bartender,while three Blackberry and Cell Phone armed Metrosexuals watched the brutality.

Close on the heels of that, our Jefferson Tap Billiards Champs shot their mouths off after getting bullet-proof following a big day of trading or some such half-slick tedium that now passes for honest labor. They got all Ashton Kutcher Funny with a young cop who had recently lost his Policeman Father and the Cue Chalkers got a handsome tune-up from some persons and they are pretty sure that it was the cops who put some grrrrr in their Grrr-animals.

The prosecution yesterday informed all of us citizens that the Billiard boys were unarmed, but it appears that they had pool cues in their velvet mitts - which seemed to disappear, like magical fairy dust.

Whatever!

This case will roll out in favor of the 'victims' in the media despite testimony like this:

The star witness against three off-duty Chicago police officers accused of attacking him and his brother at a West Loop bar said that moments after the officers interrupted their game of pool, he found himself hunched over a curb outside as blows rained down on him.

"I'm sort of crouched down by the curb with my jacket over my head," Barry Gilfand testified in the bench trial before Cook County Circuit Judge Thomas Gainer Jr. "I could just tell that I was being hit by more than one person ... if someone's holding on to your shirt and you're being hit on the opposite side of your body."

Though he couldn't see the men who were hitting him, Gilfand said the only ones near him were Sgt. Jeffrey Planey, 35, and Officer Paul Powers, 27.

( emphasis my own)

Boy this goof should argue in favor of an Illinois Tax Increase - he makes almost as much of compelling case in his favor over the tune-up he got, as Pat Quinn and Motormouth Ralph Martire.

Cops Face Grenades - Real and Fake - Journalists are Not Worried. Part II - Kill Radius of Hand Grenades

From the Comments at Second City Cop!

Kill Radius: 5 meters or 15-18 feet

Causality Radius: 15 meters or 45-50 feet.

Thrown inside a room: these numbers can intensify.


NEVER ASSUME THEY ARE NOT REAL!


Be Safe

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Why Pat Hickey is not Fictional - But My Photo Would Sicken a Billy Goat Raised on Rancid Butt Maggot & Peanut Butter Ice Cream

In a very recent exchange of blog posts between myself and perfectly fetching young woman attorney, my opponent complained that Pat Hickey is an anonymous fiction, crafted by some deft imaginative conceits by a literary genius.

Not so.

I am as genuine as the many Bills and Payment Notices thickening my mail box. They ( all of them)mean to be paid ( and they will!) and I mean to be as honest as is humanly possible.

Cant rules and I am numbered among the servile class. Would that I could elegantly dissemble, parse, and beguile with nuanced energy, some politician would be throwing spondulix into my pockets and money vaults. Alas, I remain an impecunious servant of God and true Son of the Republic.

My Biography would certainly not compel others to propel me into the White House - Plenty of Audacity ( 'Hey, you done eatin' them ribs?') and Hope ( 'Two Pick Fours and a Mega Millions, Dawna'), but not really all that inspirational or thigh tingling -

Call me Ishmael! Nope, been done . . . Okay -I was born with a Caul . . . Nope. let's see. I was born in a CrossFire Hurricane - no . . .Now when I was a young boy, at the age of five My mother said I was,gonna be the greatest man alive But now I'm a man, way past 21 Want you to believe me baby,I had lot's of fun I'm a man I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn That represents man No B, O child, Y That mean mannish boy I'm a man I'm a full grown man.My family is American, and has been for generations, in all its branches, direct and collateral. After the death of the great King, beautiful Versailles, fatal for France, lay empty seven years while fresh air blew through its golden rooms, blowing away the sorcery and bigotry which hung about the walls like a miasma, blowing away the old century and blowing in the new.I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me; had they duly considered how much depended upon what they were then doing;—that not only the production of a rational Being was concerned in it, but that possibly the happy formation and temperature of his body, perhaps his genius and the very cast of his mind;—and, for aught they knew to the contrary, even the fortunes of his whole house might take their turn from the humours and dispositions which were then uppermost:—Had they duly weighed and considered all this, and proceeded accordingly,—I am verily persuaded I should have made a quite different figure in the world, from that, in which the reader is likely to see me.The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing at children's games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up.

or some such nonsense . . . I like the way this stuff is going - I should look pretty good in a few inspiring chapters -on paper anyway.

'Told you about that photo.

"A Little Gallows Humor To Get You Through the Day!"

“You're sitting here. And you're— you are laughing. You are laughing about some of these problems. Are people going to look at this and say, ‘I mean, he's sitting there just making jokes about money—’ How do you deal with— I mean: explain. . .” Kroft asked at one point.

“Are you punch-drunk*?” Kroft said.

“No, no. There's gotta be a little gallows humor to get you through the day,” Obama said, with a laugh.

* Main Entry: punch-drunk
Part of Speech: adjective
Definition: dazed
Synonyms: agog, baffled, befuddled, confused, dazzled, dizzy, dumbfounded, dumbstruck, flustered, lost, muddled, perplexed, punchy*, puzzled, rattled, slap-happy, staggered

* = informal/non-formal usage
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Copyright © 2009 by the Philip Lief Group.
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Max Weisman Warns! - Don't Allow Dangerous-Breed Dogs and Small Children Alone!

Please read!!!If you are an owner of a dog that belongs to a 'dangerous breed' category and you also have a small child please take this as a warning. Don't leave your dog with the child unattended under any circumstances.Only a little moment was enough for the following to happen.

This warning comes from Max Weisman - Philosopher, Architect, Free Market Venture Capitalist and Patriot.

ExPungement Attorney Tamara Holder Responds to My Blog

I am Tamara Holder and while I respect your opinion of me, your blog is misleading.

Let me correct you in saying that an expungement does NOT clear criminal records of convicted felons. An expungement is for someone who has no convictions whatsoever. This person has arrests or non-convictions.

Also, let me correct you in saying that I have fought for answers from Chicago Police & Jody Weis for the family of slain Chicago Police officer Jose Vazquez who was gunned down outside of his home just over 2 years ago. We are all waiting for some answers on who killed this wonderful husband/brother/son.

So, as we are all entitled to our own opinions, I appreciate the opportunity to clarify your blog.

And I welcome a meeting with you at any time. It's not polite to judge people who you do not know.

11:24 PM


Thanks for the clarification Ms. Holder. As I am just a layman and certainly no Captain of the Bar, my opinions are developed through experience and study. Your activism and notoriety helped gave shape and dimension to my simple point of view. Thus:( http://www.wethepeoplemedia.org/Archive/2008_Fall/Articles/HaroldIckes_Fall08.html)

The Progress Illinois piece and the subsequent Mary Mitchell rant against the Illinois State Police seemed to indicate that 'expungement' in fact was for criminally convicted felons and miscreants who had been good for a couple of years:

Mary Mitchell:

Expungements and the sealing of criminal records of people with low-level felony or misdemeanor arrests or convictions were viewed as critical to urban communities where unemployment figures were double-digits long before the country sank into a steep recession.

Chicago Sun Times

State Rep. Constance Howard (D-Chicago) and Sen. Kimberly Lightford (D-Westchester) have introduced HB 3961, which seeks to clarify the expungement process laid out in the Criminal Identification Act. The bill sets a 60-day timetable for filing a response to relevant court-orders. It would also heighten oversight of the ISP decisions by requiring the agency to generate additional reports for the Governor, General Assembly, Attorney General’s office, and the Illinois State Appellate Defender’s office to review.

Meanwhile, Judge Paul Biebel, head of the Criminal Division of the Cook County Circuit Court -- whose orders were ignored by ISP roughly 13 percent of the time in 2007 alone -- has taken on the job of sorting this mess out. Madigan is also working with a team of pro-bono attorneys -- from the Legal Assistance Foundation of Metropolitan Chicago, the Chicago Legal Clinic-Austin Circle Law Center, and the Cabrini Green Legal Aid Clinic -- to make sure the situation is rectified.

Angela Caputo Progress Illinois



An interview by Jaqueline Thompson)

I received an opportunity to interview Tamara Holder, the lawyer provided by Jackson and the Rainbow Push Coalition for residents who were caught in the web of new police tactics for people control.

Residents' Journal: Has there been a Class Action Suit filed on behalf of the residents of Harold Ickes concerning police harassment with contact cards and trespassing?

Tamara Holder: Yes. The suit was filed for many based on the contact cards, only after the trespass cases had been solved and thrown out of court. About five more people have trespassing cases pending in court and once they are done, there will be a separate class action suit filed for them. ( emphasis my own)

RJ: Can you tell from your experience in court with the residents whether or not the City is sympathetic or apathetic about the residents’ complaints?

TH: I think they are disinterested in the issue because the CPD is part of the City of Chicago and an extension of it. If they were sympathetic, they would make the officers cease and dismiss these practices.
RJ: It is a known fact that there are a lot of homeless people in and around Ickes and sometimes at night they are raided whilst sleeping in the halls and are arrested for it. What are your feelings about the City’s role in servicing the homeless population? Do you know if the City addresses the situation in any way?

TH: The city’s condo housing has protection from illegal entry by guards at the front doors. You can’t get in without a key or a key card. The residents of public housing should be protected from strangers or non-residents too. They have just as much right as others. Homeless people need homes. Chicago has made no provisions for them. Public housing is sort of a back door shelter. Anybody can come in, defecate, urinate, vomit and trash the place.

RJ: Are you in touch with clients of other developments for the same or similar incidents of harassment, trespassing or arrests?

TH: No. I only know that the Cabrini Green development has a community activist group that is addressing resident treatment from CPD.

For more on Tamara Holder and Expungements:

http://www.tamaraholder.com/

Cops Face Grenades - Real and Fake - Journalists are Not Worried.

Police officers face mortal danger every day. They signed up for that.

They must also deal with a Media, law suit lawyers and elected officials.

Now they are facing hand grenades. This moring it was reported that a fake grenade was tossed at police officers in Roseland.

CHICAGO - Chicago police say they have been questioning a man who reportedly tossed a fake grenade during a foot chase in the Roseland neighborhood on the city's far South Side.

The incident occurred late Sunday morning when officers responded to a call of a person with a gun near East 107th Street and South Wentworth Avenue. Police say the officers located the suspect, who attempted to flee on foot.

During the chase, the suspect reportedly tossed what appeared to be a grenade. Officers notified the Chicago Fire Department and the police Bomb & Arson Section and then captured the suspect, police said. No gun was ever found on the man.

Bomb & Arson investigators determined the thrown object was a fake and was not a threat

What then, Mr. NewsHound, is a Threat? The threat of a grenade is real Agenda Stooge Reporters are Unreal

California Gunman Kills Four Cops While Violating Parole - Save All the Expungement Hypocrisy!

Dear God - more cops killed. The idiots in Illinois are getting all Progressive to put money in Expungment Attorney Tamara Holder's purse. She is a rising star in the scum-bag legal community - watch out G. Flint Taylor and Jon Loevy! Holder trolls for Criminals in violence racked housing projects and in the Sun Times. Holder was part of Jesse Jackson's Sleepover resulting from the drug-pinch riots at the Harold Ickes Homes a while back.

Now Tamara has Lefty journalists and Chicago's leading race-baiter at the Sun Times panning for gold on her Expungement Claim.

In California three cops were murdered by a parole violater and another officer clings to life.

Man violates parole, kills three cops in California


AP, OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA
Monday, Mar 23, 2009, Page 7
A man wanted for violating his parole killed three police officers and gravely wounded another in two shootings on Saturday, the first after a routine traffic stop and the second after a massive manhunt ended in gunfire, authorities said.

The gunman was also killed.

The violence began on Saturday afternoon when two officers stopped a Buick sedan in Oakland, California, police spokesman Jeff Thomason said. The driver opened fire, killing one officer and seriously wounding the second.

The gunman then fled on foot, police said, leading to an intense manhunt by dozens of Oakland police, California Highway Patrol officers and Alameda County sheriff deputies. Streets were roped off and an entire area of east Oakland closed to traffic.

About two-and-a-half hours later, officers, acting on an anonymous tip, found the suspect barricaded inside an apartment building, police said.

Police said the gunman fired an assault rifle at officers who came into the building to arrest him. Two members of the SWAT team were killed and a third was grazed by a bullet, police said.

Acting Oakland police chief Howard Jordan said police returned fire, killing a man they identified as 26-year-old Lovelle Mixon of Oakland.

The slain officers were identified as Sergeant Mark Dunakin, 40, who was killed at the first shooting, and sergeants Ervin Romans, 43, and Daniel Sakai, 35, who were killed at the second location.

Officer John Hege, 41, was in serious condition.

Somber officers at the police station consoled each other.

“This is probably one of the worst incidents that has ever taken place in this history of the Oakland police department,” Thomason said.

“[Mixon] was on parole and he had a warrant out for his arrest for violating that parole. And he was on parole for assault with a deadly weapon,” Oakland police Deputy Chief Jeffery Israel said.

People lingered at the scene of the first shooting. About 20 bystanders taunted police.

Tension between police and the community has risen since the fatal shooting of unarmed 22-year-old Oscar Grant by a transit police officer at an Oakland train station on Jan. 1.

This past week Pop Eyed Racist and unoriginal thinker, Mary Mitchell reacting to other persons' journalism and reports and Leftist STNG Barista Angela Caputo) shouted out this:

Because African Americans account for about 61 percent of Illinois parolees, it is the group most impacted by the arrogance of this state agency.

So, it is quite ironic that it was black community leaders who publicly supported Blagojevich during the corruption scandal that jettisoned him from office.

The failure of the Illinois State Police to expunge and seal criminal records when ordered to do so by a judge also has likely resulted in people who honestly thought they had complied with the law losing their jobs after a background check.

Also, since applying for an expungement costs $60 -- a fee that many applicants are hard-pressed to come by -- the state agency has effectively scammed these applicants when it refused to obey the judge's orders to seal or expunge the records.

Like I said, this is a mess.

One way to start unraveling it is to bring Trent before the legislative body to explain himself.

Maybe his department has been too tainted by Blagojevich's disdain for ex-offenders.

Or maybe, given an environment where no one seemed to have been in charge, Trent mistakenly thought he could play by his own rules.

Whatever the case, the agency is guilty of abusing its vast power to determine what is right from what is wrong.

The rush to expunge Criminal Records puts money in Expungment Tamara Holder's pockets, but it gets cops killed and endangers society. Tamara Holder pops up wherever Criminals in our community need more camouflage and cover. Expungment is a big help to career criminals.

God Bless all the families of the slain officers in California and here in Illinois as well.

'Sleek and Tres Chic' Catch Andrew Distel and Guitarist Daniel Bruce at Viands

Catch Jazz as it was meant to be performed by Vocal genius and horn man Andrew Distel and guitarist Daniel Bruce- Tonight at Viand Chicago:

Saturday March 21
Viand Restaurant
155 E. Ontario
6-9pm
no cover
312.255.8505

Andrew Distel-vocals/trumpet
Daniel Bruce-guitar

www.viandchicago.com

Click my post title for Andrew singing 'The Rest of Your Life'

Proposed IllInois ReProductive Rights Bill (HB 2354) Should Be Aborted !

Executive Chef and Aged Greek Pastry Arianna Huffington's Chicago Greasy Forceps ( spoons are too small) Diner - HuffPo-Chicago - serves up a huge plateful of abortion to hungry Progressives. Sous Chef Jesse Greenberg plates up gravy saturated helpings of aborted joints and innards to please the most discerning palates of folks who can not get enough of dead kids!

This is your destination for infanticide gustation! Get your tongues and choppers over and into a mouthful of Jesse Greenberg's plated L'Enfant ratatouille -

The bill does not require health care professionals who oppose abortion to perform abortion procedures. The bill states that health care facilities should "accommodate" their employees who object to women's reproductive health procedures and for health care facilities to "assist the patient" in obtaining the health care they desire in a "timely fashion." ( Notice the delicate and enchanting flavorings and garnishes that make this aborted mess a feast for the eyes and a savory Progressive Plateful!) . . .
This bill is completely consistent with both ensuring women get good reproductive health care access and making sure health care professionals are not put in a situation that violates their religious or moral beliefs. ( Tasty, Chef Jesse, Tasty!)
Furthermore, for opponents of the bill that dislike teaching sex education in public schools, this bill does not remove a parent's right to pull their kids from sex education classes whenever they want.

( Jesse! Remove and Pull! That Ankle Biter's Plate Ready and I'm Bear-Hungry! Abort! Abort!)

Jesse makes a roue-roux with the gallons of baby-blood that is sensational! It covers every dish! He adds this Lagniappe, "Ironically, Cardinal George calls HB 2354 supporters "enemies of religion." How dare he violate others' personal health care choices by attempting to make those views state law? That's immoral and unjust.

This is a good bill. Make sure you let your legislators know you support it. Click on the Illinois Reproductive Health website to make it happen."

Jesse!!! Do I smell Placenta Polenta????? Laddle it up, there, Lad!

This will be great bill of fare, Chef Jesse! Eat them Critters! 'Suck the H'aids off!' - as my Tante says down on the Bayou Teche! Oooooooo - as Progressives fancy themselves as smart and desire eeveryone to perceive them as such - Jesse scoop out some of this - Cerveau L'Enfants!*


Arianna Huffington's skull popping and limb-rendering magic is at work here in Moss-back Chicago! With Sous Chef's Like Jesse Greenberg, Aborted Kids can be souped, stewed, smoked, roasted and plated 24/7 at this Greasy Forceps ( a spoon just won't cut it!) and eaten by Nuanced Eaters of Children!

My Review-Five Forceps for this Bloody Spot!

* Cerveau 'Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!' L'enfant's - Kid's Brains for Tiny Brained Progressives

Ingredients :

2 x Childs' brains
1 tsp Salt
1 x Onion studded with
1 x Clove
1 x Bay leaf
1 pch Thyme
4 x Peppercorns
1/8 cup Flour
1/4 cup Butter
6 slc Lemon thin slices
1 tbl Chopped parsley

Method :
Soak brains in cold water for 2 hours. Remove thin outer skin. Soak again in cold water for 3 hours.
Place brains in large saucepan. Cover with cold water. Add salt, onion studded with a clove, bay leaf, thyme, and peppercorns. Bring to boil. Cover and simmer for 20 minutes. Remove brains and drain them.
Scallop brains. Dredge with flour. In large skillet, heat 1/8 cup butter. Add brains and cook for 10 minutes, or until well browned on all sides. Remove brains to heated serving dish and keep warm.
Meanwhile, in small skillet, heat remaining butter and cook for 5 minutes, or until butter is hazel brown. Pour over brains. Garnish with slices of lemon and sprinkle with parsley. Serve hot.
Serve with boiled potatoes.
Suggested Wine: A chilled dry white wine: Bordeaux Graves; etc.

Sheriff Tom Dart Ahead of Curve on Craigslist Child Prostitution and Exploitation

Photo of Tom Dart by Spencer Green


Following Cook County Sheriff Tom Dart's lead folks in New York and New Jersey are going after pimps and pornographers in Craigslist - the hip scratch sheet for Nuanced Perverts and Losers.

Police told CBS 2 HD on Friday that the couple used Craigslist to find clients for their bordello in the 'burbs.

Richard Salvatore and Rachel Grome are husband and wife -- now accused as pimp and prostitute.

They are a team that allegedly used the popular Web site to market services that involved illegal sex.

Cops said they hosted "Johns" at their townhouse in a quiet Rye Brook neighborhood.

"I feel like Craigslist has really brought 42nd Street and Times Square right into people's home," Rye Brook Police Chief Gregory Austin told CBS 2 HD.

Beyond the idiots at San Francisco Citizen and Illinois Political Rivals and Do-Nothings, Cook County Sheriff Tom Dart has landed a solid punch to Kiddie Pornographers and Pimps at Craigslist. The San Francisco prostitution industry is second only to Gay Lesbian Advocacy terrorism in getting out its message that 'Who's To Say What is Moral?'

Comes now career politician Tom Dart, who is using his elected position as Sheriff of Cook County to file a ridiculous lawsuit against craigslist over prostitution advertising. Did Chicago prostitutes use other kinds of media before the creation of craigslist? Why yes. And as a matter of fact, the Chicago Reader newspaper (a free weekly like the Bay Guardian and SF Weekly) is making money right now today with erotic services ads (as are the aforementioned Bay Guardian and SF Weekly, of course). Let’s take a look at a few of today’s ads sitting in newsboxes right outside the Sheriff’s office: Is Thomas Dart still promoting his craigslist boycott? Good luck with that and all. I mean, that stands a better chance of working than this lawsuit. I mean really, is Craig’s list “a source” of prostitution?

But why would this elected sheriff/lawyer want to go out of town to pick on cragslist? Perhaps he wins even if/when his lawsuit fails? Anyway, his press conference is starting now, noon Central Standard Time. Let’s give him a chance to make his case and pretend it has a ghost of a chance of succeeding.

http://sfcitizen.com/blog/2009/03/05/chicago-politician-tom-dart-vs-craigslist-frivolous-lawsuit-of-the-week/

Marl Konkol, one of the good guys at Chicago Sun Times wrote accurately on Tom Dart's assault on the Prostitution and Porn Propaganda Press at Craigslist:

"I am fed up. I am tired and this is going to stop," Dart said.

Dart filed a federal lawsuit Thursday asking a judge to force San Francisco-based Craigslist to eliminate the "erotic services" section of its Web site, where he said most prostitution ads are posted. The lawsuit also asks that Craigslist reimburse Cook County for the salaries of officers who investigate prostitution and human trafficking through the Web site -- a bill of more than $100,000.

"We're asking them to do what frankly they should have been doing all along -- stop facilitating prostitution. Stop being the largest source of prostitution in America," Dart said.

Since January 2007, sheriff's police have arrested 200 people on prostitution charges, juvenile pimping and human trafficking directly connected to Craigslist advertisements. Arrests have ranged from suburban soccer moms to heroin addicts to juveniles, some as young as 14.

A Craigslist spokeswoman said she has not seen Dart's complaint, but the company does cooperate with law enforcement. "Misuse of Craigslist to facilitate criminal activity is unacceptable, and we continue to work diligently to prevent it. Misuse of the site is exceptionally rare compared to how much the site is used for legal purposes," Craigslist CEO Jim Buckmaster said in a written statement.

Craigslist had reached an agreement in November with attorneys general in Connecticut, Illinois and other states that called for the company to crack down on prostitution ads.

Buckmaster said at the time that it would allow legitimate escort services to continue advertising, while discouraging illegal activity by requiring anyone posting "erotic services" ads to provide a working phone number and pay a fee with a valid credit card.

Dart said that didn't change a thing.

A 19-year-old woman recently arrested during a Craigslist prostitution sting told reporters she wound up in a hotel room soliciting sex from an undercover officer after trying to break into modeling in response to an Internet ad. The woman, whose pimp named her "Honey," was being sold for sex on Craigslist for $300 an hour. When the undercover officer met her at a south suburban hotel, he could tell she was a victim, Lt. Michael Anton said. "She was very nervous. You could tell she hadn't done that before," he said.

"Honey," who spoke on the condition of anonymity, said that was her first time and she felt lucky police arrested her.

Kiddie Porn, Child Prostitution, and White Slavery are only three of the glaring crimes against humanity related to 'the victimless crime of Prostitution. The 'Who's To Say?' Progressive Doctrine that leeches to every aspect of popular culture leavens the bread that Craigslist tosses on the scum of its pond.

Tom Dart has taken the lead and other communities have followed.

Tom Dart was a huge help to President Barack Obama when they were in the Illinois Senate together. President Obama was placed on the Magic Carpet by many of Craigslist defenders - those 'Who's To Say' Boiled Beet Progressives.

Tom Dart has taken the slow gradus up the political summit. President Obama talks to Jay Leno. Tom Dart speaks to Americans.