Ignatius Loyola was A Real Man - We Are Given Simpering Fops to Admire by a Loyola Not Worthy to Bear His Name

I wrote a couple of teases set against the Politically Correct and Honesty Challenged Mary Schmich's propaganda piece in the Chicago Tribune. It seems to me that Rep. Greg Harris reached out to Ms. Schmich and offered up a Gay Loyola Law student to get a little traction for his Gay Marriage Legislation.

Mary Schmich was more than compliant. She spotted a weak Institution - Loyola. No sweat.

Our weak and craven societal norms are beaten into our lives on daily basis by the news media - TV, Radio, Print, Internet and Madison Avenue work over time to weasel Progressive Live So dictates into every aspect of our lives.

Those of us who have robust Weinie Immunity Systems developed by early inoculation of sound values and ethics from Catholic, Jewish, Protestant, Muslim and even secular humanism recognize the Con Job.

Generally, we smile and Move on.

We need to remember that children come into the world because a man and a woman made love - unless of course you happen to be Melissa Etheridge's Gal Pal and Petre Dish for David Crosby's Little Fish.

A Naperville Superintendent is bringing in Billy Ayers, a Terrorist, and lying that Ayers is an important member of society. He is not - a shabby, self-absorbed little sneak who has lived way too long is not important to young people. He is a distraction as our President would say.

Same-sex marriage is not an important issue. Treating Gay people with courtesy and respect surely is though. Having sex with the same gender as oneself is no more vital to human civilization than masturbation. Both sex acts are natural and ancient and human, but both have nothing to do with family or the propagation of the species. Save the nuance.

Loyola University sounds like it has quit being any kind of a moral or ethical center, much less Catholic University, along with DePaul and Notre Dame which gave up decades ago. Understandable in secular cess-pool like Academia, where a man can call himself a Catholic, or anything else for that matter, without displaying any outwardly visible sign. A Catholic does not accept Abortion, unless one is a Democratic Mayor, Governor, Senator or MSNBC Propagandist. It is understandable that a University would no longer wish to be perceived as Catholic, as does Loyola, for sake of being Diverse and Inclusive - whatever the hell those two fatuous words mean at the moment.

That is too bad. Kids need strong Weinie Immunity Systems. If Loyola will compromise on Catholic truths, They might as well sell the property to the highest bidder - Loyola only quibbles about the cost - to paraphrase Churchill. If a Catholic Jesuit University can not stand for Catholic truth, it will fall for anything. It did. Loyola Fell. Let's see if it gets back up on its feet. St. Ignatius Loyola was only hit in the legs by a cannon ball - he got back up -no problem.

"If God causes you to suffer much, it is a sign that He has great designs for you, and that He certainly intends to make you a saint. And if you wish to become a great saint, entreat Him yourself to give you much opportunity for suffering; for there is no wood better to kindle the fire of holy love than the wood of the cross, which Christ used for His own great sacrifice of boundless charity."

"Few souls understand what God would accomplish in them if they were to abandon themselves unreservedly to Him and if they were to allow His grace to mold them accordingly."

~ Saint Ignatius of Loyola

Self-Same-Sex Marriage: At Loyola University, Advocates of Self -Same-Sex Marriage Find a Bathroom

Self-Same-sex marriage: At Loyola University, advocates of Self Same-Sex Marriage find a voice and its no longer a whisper or a moan

Yanker McAnnic -Totally Inspired By Chicago Tribune Columnist Mary Schmich!
March 28, 2009

When Polonius ( Pole) Waxer, who's 26, enrolled at Loyola University's Chicago School of Law three years ago, he went to the student activities fair looking for the Onanist/Wanker/Tosser/Meat Whistle Polisher's Support Group. There wasn't one.

The lack of an official Onanist Support Group at a Catholic school might not surprise you since the Roman Catholic church deems masturbation a sin ( The Catechism of the Catholic Church -Articles 2357-2359). But Waxer was surprised. He had come to Loyola convinced that he'd be as accepted there as he was by his Catholic grandmother in Peotone, the Will County south suburb where he grew up in the village's only basement, watching strange movies about Space Amazons and Bikers. A Lonely, Solitary man, Waxer listened to Eric Carmen, Bread and Michael Jackson songs on his I-Ped - 'Beat It!, Beat It!' 'Allll By Myself!!!!!!!!! ( One, two , three) & etc.

"I thought, OK, Get a Grip! I know I'm not the only one here, Everyone Polishes the old Bayonet! Girls do it; bees do it; even educated Fleas do it!" he said when we met on Thursday.

"Where are they?" Everywhere! But in hiding. Shame -doncha know.

He found them. They were in the bathrooms, wheelchair access approved throughout the University. That year, he and a few other Onanist students formed a group, called Boxing the Jesuit. One of the deans signed on as an adviser. 'It was Signal moment in my Academic Career - like reading Noam Chomsky or writing to Ward Churchill - He's Dreamy! I am glad that one Academic could Fist this Ordeal and Take Things in Hand!'

And on Thursday, the flat-screen TVs all over the law school were advertising the group's latest venture: a University Wide Circle Jerk 'Rambler Wrist-Off".

If Loyola were a public school, I might have deleted Waxer's e-mail about the symposium. Life is heavy with press releases, not mention Sex in the City Re-Runs and Giradelli Chocolates. But the fact that one of Chicago's Catholic institutions was opening its grand "Ceremonial Cast-Off" to Onanist advocates seemed worth some consideration.

"I think this reflects young Catholics in Chicago," said Waxer, a slender guy with short auburn hair, neatly dressed in slacks, a white shirt and a navy pullover sweater and really well defined hand, wrist and forearm muscles and really intense look to his eyes. When I arrived, he'd been reading news articles—new methods for Wrist Therapies in Whacko,Februs and Lollypops magazines.

"People in this age group, 22 to 30," he went on, "are mature, able to think things through. Like find the time place and reading material to express real love. As American Film Director Woody Allen said, "Don't knock masturbation; it's sex with someone I love."'

He doesn't mean that all young Catholics think Tossers should be allowed to marry, instead they ought to enjoy the Full Benefits of the Civil State by Marrying Themselves. Some Loyola students appear to be in denial -in Pole Waxer's first year—someone ripped the group's posters off a wall in a locker room—he's felt entirely supported at this school where crucifixes hang in the classrooms.

Waxer wasn't raised Catholic, but—"I know it sounds really schmaltzy"—Loyola feels like family. He points out that it's not just Catholic, it's run by Jesuit priests.

"The Jesuits value giving themselves a hand," he said. "They value anything thing that trendy bullies demand of a University and allow discourse on all manner of Taboo topics. If you're pro-choice or you're gay, you're someone who can add to the discussion and to the Circle of Jerkers"

And so on Friday there will be a Handsome Demonstration of Self-Love.

Greg Harris, the Chicago state representative who is shepherding a civil-unions bill through the Illinois legislature, will be on Hand as he is a dedicated 'Seed Spiller and True Son of Onan*. So will lawyers pressing for same-sex marriage in Iowa and California. It is all about Identity Politics and Advocacy Issues that actually do not exist in the actual world, but are fabricated by academics and promoted by lazy elected officials.

These Wrist Rangers will be there to advocate. Waxer anticipates students who will come to argue. It's all part of the education.

Waxer himself isn't ready to be married.

" We Tossers have trouble committing -=even to ourselves. Vintage Posters of Joan Collins or Lex Baxter are another thing entirely. They get Onanists a pumping!
But when I am," he said, "I want my devotion to this person - ME - to be recognized the same way my parents' devotion to each other is recognized, without the commitment of course. I want my kids -when begotten scientifically -to whom I will apply my spilled Pecker Snot to the proper vaginal receptacle in a clean Lab - to be able to say, 'Yeah, my Pops are married.' "

After a while, we walked over to the Rambler Wrist Off where the Boxing the Jesuit symposium will be held. The ceilings whiter than usual, and Loyola Chicago's semen rose across the walls of windows.

Out in the changing, growing city, old buildings crowded next to new ones, and next to buildings so freshly under construction that you couldn't know exactly what they'd look like, only that one day soon they'd be there, and that once they were there, we'd take them for granted, we would not remark on the cement finishers sixth trip to the Porto potty in the last hour! We would say rather, He is busier than a City Editor at the Sun Times and Doing the Same Thing!'

Just like, I'm betting, Self-same-sex marriage, getting a handle on love, will make everyone happier,busier . . .stronger. Get a Grip indeed.




*Onan spilled his semen on the ground when he went in to his brother's wife, so that he would not give offspring to his brother. (Genesis 38:9).

Sun Times # 1. South Side Irish Hater - I Hope Every Business in Beverly, Morgan Park and Mount Greenwood Tosses This Rag!

Curious is a member of the Sun Times Staff( Financial).
Failure to rein in drunks killed more than parade That is the Sun Times' Headline on its Commentary.

Here is the opening sentence -The South Side Irish Parade is dead, but only because the adults in charge never did their job.

Bull$hit! The Sun Times makes a habit of calling everyone in these three neighborhoods racists, drunks and bigots. I have yet to see any person of color abused here in this neighborhood -terrorized, beaten, threatened, or even looked at cross-wise; I have yet to see drunks from the neighborhood reeling wildly down our streets; I have yet to encounter any member of the Aryan Nation/Hitler Youth/Klan/ or Weatherman Faction. Nevertheless, Your Rag took a very painful decision made in good faith between good people as an opportunity to pour out more hate.

The Sun Times and many of its personalities played overtime to get more idiots and weaklings to the Parade.

Several years ago at the South Side Parade while doing an article for GAR Media in New York, I personally witnessed a wildly drunken Sun Times Columnist avoid a well-deserved ass kicking from more than a few persons not delighted by his whimsy on the street outside of one the bars, due to the very careful ministrations of an off-duty CPD Detective.

Errare Est Human, Ignoscere est . . .not a chance. People make mistakes - newspapers smear. You smear the people of the Committee and hold them responsible for this mope: Sun Times News Group -

Speaking Thursday - as the commander in charge of policing 310,000 revelers at the parade detailed a nightmarishly "rough day" for his officers - 17-year-old Gonzalo Vasquez said he plans to attend whatever celebration South Side organizers have next year. "I was wasted," Vasquez said outside his home in the 14800 block of Lawndale Avenue on Thursday afternoon. "But I wasn't the only one. Everybody was drunk. You can't blame me for them canceling the parade."

Did the reporter pose Tough Questions on Gonzalo's Mom? She's an adult? Nope.

In The Same STNG edition, Bigot Kadner 'Found' a disgruntled City Worker who hates the Parade! Must have been like brain surgery that quest.

The South Side Irish Parade Committee made a tough decision and the Media Jackels jumped - Kadner of STNG, Trib's Eric Zorn and the Sun Times crew. This group of citizens, The South Side Irish Parade Committee, were they from any other race or ethnic group might just slap a Civil Rights Suit on the Sun Times. I wish they would. Actually, I would rather see members of Committee loosen a few of your collective teeth - that's just how this little Buttercup rolls.

The Committee made rules and the Chicago Sun Times and the Chicago Tribune and the other media outlets maintained a steady hate-crime against the Irish American Community by Harping on Booze as the Only True Association to this Parade. Maybe a real sharky Lawsuit Lawyer cares to dig up your history of stories and articles promoting the heavy drinking.

You hate Cops and you hate this part of Chicago where Cops, Firemen, School teachers, Tradesmen, and professionals live and celebrate their heritage and respect their neighbors in so doing. Some of you are former South Side Irish - stay that way. Shake the dust off of us.

The Chicago Sun Times is thoroughly hypocritical and wildly stupid.

The only persons who know exactly why this Parade was cancelled are the people who actually made that decision.

I honor their decision. So do my neighbors. I wish that they had waited a while and not give Haters like the Sun Times any opportunity to juice some Irish directed hockers.

The Committee spent the many hours making a great Parade. I hope the Sun Times is as much a memory as the South Side Irish Parade, by the time of the Easter Parade.

I will ask every one of my neighbors to not buy this rag or any STNG Rag. Time to close the Sun Times and the whole chain of rags.

We can always bring back the South Side Parade.

Can't say the same about you morons.

American Wankers - Horrible Harridans and Feculant Fellows

The Halls of History of the American Onanist - the Largest and Most Oppressed Demographic - is splattered with examples of self-exploration and self-aggradizemnet!

This Movement Needs Herores and Heroes Abound!

Notable Self-Same Sexualists - Wankers, Rubbers, Tosser, Whackers, or Whatever!

Jane Addams, social worker
Roger Baldwin - american radical
Charles Beard, historian and political scientist
Napoleon Bonaparte Broward, governor of Florida
William Jennings Bryan, Democratic presidential nominee
Andrew Carnegie, steel and philanthropy
W.E.B. Du Bois, Black intellectual
Thomas Edison, inventor
Irving Fisher, economist
Henry Ford, automaker
Charlotte Gilman, feminist
Lewis Hine, photographer
Charles Evans Hughes, statesman
Robert M. La Follette, Sr., Wisconsin politician
Walter Lippmann, journalist
J.P. Morgan, financier
John R. Mott, YMCA leader
Ulrich B. Phillips, historian
Gifford Pinchot, conservationist
Jacob Riis, reformer
John D. Rockefeller, oil, philanthropist
John D. Rockefeller, Jr., philanthropist
Margaret Sanger, birth control
Upton Sinclair, novelist
Albion Small, sociologist
Ellen Gates Starr, sociologist
Lincoln Steffens, reporter
William Howard Taft, president and justice
Ida Tarbell, muckraker
Frederick Winslow Taylor, efficiency expert
Frederick Jackson Turner, historian
Thorstein Veblen, economist
Woodrow Wilson, president

Self Same Sex Marriage Bill? Masturbators are Huge Demographic - Come Out of the BathRoom! 'We're Here; We're . . . WAIT! I'LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE!'

Same Sex Marriage Advocate Greg Harris has a Bill Coming up:

The committee voted 4-3 to approve the bill, House Bill 2234, sponsored by State Rep. Greg Harris (D-Chicago). Harris is the also the committee chair.

In addition to Harris, State Representatives LaShawn Ford, Will Burns, and Al Riley voted for the bill. Opposing the measure were Mike Fortner, Michael McAuliffe, and Dave Winters.

The Harris legislation would grant same sex and opposite sex couples the same legal obligations, responsibilities, protections, and benefits bestowed by the law of Illinois to spouses.

Striking a high moral tone, the bill, however, would prohibit the types of traditional, historical unions once regularly practiced by Catholic royalty and blessed by the Vatican–unions between first cousins and uncles and nieces. Philip II of Spain took his niece Anna of Austria as his Queen in 1570, but under Illinois civil union law–that would be a no, no.

The bill’s other sponsors include State Representatives: Barbara Flynn Currie, Deborah Mell, Connie Howard, Sara Feigenholtz, Harry Osterman, John Fritchey, Lou Lang, George Scully, Julie Hamos, Cynthia Soto, Naomi Jakobsson and Mike Boland.

The bill now heads to the full House. Stay tuned.

March 6, 2009 - Posted by David Ormsby | Illinois Civil Unions | Al Riley, Barbara Flynn Currie, Connie Howard, Cynthia Soto, Dave Winters, Deborah Mell, George Scully, Greg Harris, Harry Osterman, HB 2234, Illinois Civil Unions, John Fritchey, Julie Hamos, LaShawn Ford, Lou Lang, Michael McAuliffe, Mike Boland, Mike Fortner, Naomi Jakobsson, Sara Feigenholtz, Will Burns | No Comments

Mary Schmich's Gay-friendly Agit-Prop piece in the Tribune today set me to thinking!

Why not Advocate a Self Same Sex Marriage Act? Masturbation! No Divorce.

It is still considered a sin in the Roman Catholic Catechism, but that does not stop Loyola, DePaul, Notre Dame, Villanova, or Georgetown from getting all PC and Celebrate Diversity Wholesome and Who's to Say?

'I'm BUSY MA! GOD CAN't I GET SOME TIME ALONE! I'll BE OUT WHEN I'M D . . .Ready!'

Shame on us!

Let's have a Self-Same Marriage for Dedicated Onanists! All of US! Well maybe not me. Okay , Okay. Have I ? Don't ask. How often? Like a clock.

The portals of the Confession Box at St. Cajetan swing like saloon doors on pay day thanks to yours truly.

But let's get Secular Progressive Activist about this! Let's get Activist! I could use the dough.


Masturbators ( Onanists - What's a good Progressive Euphemism? Rubbers? Pretty Gender neutral that one, I Like it!) have not been in the closet like Homosexuals, but they have been locked in the basement and bathrooms - unable to publicly display their affections. Why, even our cousins the Primates at Lincoln Park Zoo have the Natural Right to publicly express their Self- Love!

But not Homo Sapiens?

Instead, Masturbators/Rubbers/Onanists must hide in shame and if they publicly express their love they get arrested by Systemic Brutal Cops! Masturbators are not even allowed their own clubs. They must endure ridicule from one and all even when people SAY they are only kidding* - Only this morning, I was greeted at Kean Gas Station with 'What's up, J$%-Off?' and ' Hey, Hickey, you J$%=Off, quit hogging the creamer.' Hurtful.

Masturbation is the Rainbow Expression of Human Love! H

Heterosexuals,Homosexuals, Pornographers all engage in this all too specific expression of love!

I Demand that Advocates for Masturbators come out of the bathroom of our Repressive Religion-Bound Culture and Take it to The Streets and Beat It Loudly! Rubbers Meet The Road! Bounce!

*How Long will all of us be forced to endure these epithets ridiculing our LifeStyle?
e.g.
bashing the candle, Bleeding the weasel, bleedin the weed, buffing the banana, bopping the baloney, burping the worm, choking the chicken, cleaning your rifle, corking the bat, cranking the shank, cuffing the carrot, fisting your mister, flogging your dog, floggin the frog, flogging the hog, flogging the log, flute solo, jerkin'the gherkin, looping the mule, manual override, painting the pickle, pocket pinball, pocket pool, polishing the banister, polishing the rocket, pounding your flounder, pumping the python, roping the pony, spanking the monkey, teasing the weasel, tossing the turkey, walking the dog, whipping the willy, wonking your cronker, yanking the crank

"The Jesuits value diversity," Really? Better Read up Kid. Gay Life Style Forum Has No Place at Loyola.

Jesuits Celebrate Diversity? Don't bet the Council of Trent on that One, Bucko!

That's what a young Gay Loyola Law Student tells Mary Schmich in this morning's Chicago Tribune, while detailing his work for Gay Marriage, while shepherded by Il.Representative Greg Harris who is crafting a law to make Same Sex Marriage the Real Deal.

Pretzel rhetoric is a Progressive thing. The Jesuits might be moral and ethical cowards these days, but celebrate diversity they do not. At least they are not expected to do so. Here is what Loyola - the saint - says:


“We should always be disposed to believe that that which appears white is really black, if the hierarchy of the Church so decides” St. Ignatius Loyola - The Capo Di Tutti Capi of the Jesuits said that and the Catholic Church holds that Homosexuality - Gay Lifestyle - Sex With Same & etc. is a Sin.

But then there is the Secular Media and Mary Schmich.


Greg Harris 'shepherded' Gay Loyola Law student John Litchfield to Mary Schmich.

Mary Schmich heard a real diversity feel good story about . . .get this . . .A Gay Initiative at Loyola University of Chicago! Loyola University is not only Catholic, but Jesuit and now Mary Schmich, the Jeannette McDonald to Eric Zorn's Nelson Eddy at the Celebration of Diversity Chicago Tribune. Who can forget their cooingly delightful 'Dear Mary'-'Dear Eric' Blogger Smooches?

When I I',m Calling You -OOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Sorry. This was such a feel good story that I'm All Fiber One with The Milk of Human Kindness! Hey, I think I'll rent Milk get under a snugger blanket with popcorn and Green Tea and feel good all weekend.

Nah, I'll probably be wallowing in my heterosexual life-style born of my two parent ( one each -a female woman and an arrested development butch male)family, nurtured in Catholic Grade School, High School, and at Loyola University twice ( Bachelors and Masters), fulfilled and graced in the sacrament of Marriage with three children.

Yep, Mary Schmich thinks that this story needs to raise the warm and fuzzies on all us Catholics out here in Helot-land.

The fact of the matter is . . . Gay lifestyle*, all the man/man girl/girl sex stuff - which part goes where and etc. - avoids the whole issue of procreation and propagation of the Faithful. Catholic Boy and Catholic Girl join together to beget little Catholic Boys and Girls. Gay lifestyle is the domain of the Secular Universities and Secular Media. Not at Loyola. Hell, the Jesuits even frowned roundly on the Heterosexual Lifestyle when I went there and there were plenty of Gay Ramblers as far back as 1970. Great Business Students as I recall. Shoot, I went to AIDS-related funerals of at least five pals from my old College days. They were all buried with the Sacraments.

No Mary Schmich. While this is a dandy feel good, uplifting, heart-tugging, inspirational . . .hey, did Tyler Perry script this too? . . .tale, it is disingenuous - new speak for not honest.

This is an Illinois Representative Greg Harris propaganda piece to help push his Gay Marriage Agenda. This is Greg Harris at work with the compliant Chicago Media. Gay Life-Style is not a Sacrament. It makes Gay Happy an should be tolerated by us Divesity Sexual Lifestayle Types - heterosexuals - guys and girls who get married and such.

Read Mary's story. Do . . . .I'm all buttery yet! Sigh.


* Covered as a sin in the Catechism of the Catholic Church Articles 2357-2359).

So is fornication, masturbation, and pornography. I needed ( need) to wear out a path to the Old Confessional on a couple of those myself, but never seemed to need to form a support group. I wonder if Advocacy Politics covers lads who 'Beat The Bishop?' That would be one HUGE Progressive Demographic - You May Already Be a Member!

Phil Kadner Hates South Side Irish People? That's His Opinion.

This morning a goofball with a microphone from some moss-back Illinois radio station wanted reaction to the end of the south side parade.

He got 'Good idea, but too bad for the kids in the neighborhood.' and 'I wanted my children to bring their children to the Parade.'

FOX-TV was parked at Karim's Dunkin' Donuts at 6AM when I went in for coffee 'Extra Large Cream- Good Mornin'Boss!' That is morning ritual prayer that meets me from the lovely very Non-Irish ladies in brownish Orange DD t-shirts! 'No more coffee for Willie's Mass?' We'll see, Kids.

The loss of the parade is nothing compared to the unprovoked unreasonable nonsense and contempt that follows in its wake from some folks for the great people who live in this Irish-heavy trinity of neighborhoods.

I was kicked in the nuts by Phil Kadner's column. I don't get it. Of course 80 % of the poor souls who read my opinion here and on Chicago Daily Observer no doubt get the same.

Mr. Kadner goes beyond the boozing and infrastructure and suggests that the Parade itself was not developed as an ethnic family celebration but a racist political design.

According to neighborhood legend, the South Side Irish Parade was launched by two families that fondly recalled the original St. Patrick's Day Parade on 79th Street.

It seems to me it really grew in popularity about the time the Daley clan was out of power, Harold Washington was mayor, and the Irish of the 19th Ward decided to secede from Chicago.

Glad to have your opinion shared with one and all.

Legend Phil? Jesus! So, Phil works out new one. Irish bigots made the Parade.

However, that little nugget of thought happens to be your own pure, unadulterated and bigoted bullshit!

Common Progressive Doctrine holds that ethnic Catholics* must always be bigots and racists. Mr. Kadner took this opportunity to reinforce that nonsense and as Phil Kadner still works at STNG his Progressive credentials must be solid gold. Mr. Kadner, the above sentiments are genuine and I take them to heart.

Mr. Kadner, The Irish are never that united. Look at how long it took us to toss the Brits and that was a half-assed job at best.

However, thanks for letting all of us know how you really feel. Your Contempt, Mr. Kadner, is received and understood, but certainly not deserved.

* BTW - A prominent Jewish philanthropist and civic leader told me 'without Catholics, and particularly Irish Catholics, there would be no Charity work in Chicago. Look at all the civic and charitable contributor lists. In Fact my west Side Jewish Papa told me, 'This is a Catholic City. Without them, Chicago would be a smoking hole in the ground.'

'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.

http://backyardconservative.blogspot.com/

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

God and Your Partners Keep You Safe!

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
Roget's 21st Century Thesaurus, Third Edition
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