The Gospel and The Gospel of the Blood Feud - 'He's Gonna Get Got!'

 

Jesus said to his disciples:"You have heard that it was said,An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.But I say to you, offer no resistance to one who is evil.When someone strikes you on your right cheek,turn the other one to him as well.If anyone wants to go to law with you over your tunic,hand him your cloak as well.Should anyone press you into service for one mile,go with him for two miles.Give to the one who asks of you,and do not turn your back on one who wants to borrow." Matthew 5:38-42

 “It’s retaliation, retaliation, retaliation. It isn’t ‘you sold me some bad dope.” -Jesús Salazar, CeaseFire Outreach Supervisor. 

It's Guns. It's Drugs.  It's Systemic Racism. It's Lack of Programs.  - The Panacea of a Really Gutless Culture

The Civil War was the greatest blood feud in our history and scab-yankers can not wait to get things going again. The Stars and Bars offends NPR sensibilities as much as statues of John Bell Hood and Marse Robert. However, from 1865 to the Election of Jimmy Carter all things considered- Confederate did not spark on-going hostility universal.

The sight of the Union Jack does not make me want to seek my safe space, even though it represents the policies that killed my relatives and drove my blood line here. In fact, thank you perfidious Albion!

I love this country, not matter what Howard Zinn, Bill Maher, Bill Ayers, or Pastor Pfleger hold dear.

My family took shots at Brits.  I would not. I love Brits. No Brit ever did me a bad turn.  Likewise, I have yet to meet a Muslim that was not as witty, as pious, as fun or as a good neighbor as my black, white and brown Christian neighbors.  Mexicans are mirror images of the Irish, as are the Koreans.  African Americans are as hard working, generous and thoughtful as any bog-savage cousin of mine.  We share humanity.

 Yesterday, a non-Muslim loser drove a van over worshipers at a London Mosque.  This idiotic display of blood-honor for the van and knife massacre of tourists and Londoners days ago, as well as the imbecilic shooting of GOP Congressmen by a member of the so-called Trump Resistance are equally beyond acceptance.  Understanding? It's easy.  People will do what they want to do, because 'their truth' is worshiped universally in our Charlie Hebdo/Rainbow?Teddy Bear blood-lust culture.

This is a culture built on the sands of ethical, moral, historical and rhetorical equivalencies.

There is no core humanity - rather a global village of Balkanized snipers.

Two little girls were shot at Warren Elementary last week by two teenaged Warren Elementary Alums shooting at Warren Elementary Alums.
Chicago police Supt. Eddie Johnson said former students attempted to join the school’s end of the year picnic around 1:30 p.m., but security officers who recognized them refused to let them in.
The former students then went to the corner of E. 92nd St. and S. Chappel Ave. where they “loitered,” Johnson said.
Around 1:40 p.m., a black vehicle pulled up and someone inside opened fire, according to police.

Got that?  The answer: ( NBC 5 has it!) Esay as One Two Three!

1. Print up t-shirts, 
2. Go to St. Sabina, 
3. Get Pastor Pfleger more face-time and march.

Blonde Jesus, Save Us!

No, he is very far from any answer to safe streets, better schools, or happy people.

The real answer must be waltzed around, ridiculed, ignored and then violently stomped upon, until the answer no longer wiggles, or the oligarchs linking arms with Phleger on 79th Street will not have a seat at the Progressive secular all-you-can eat-table.

Chicago is all about a smaller, more affluent, better educated, more transient, less 'botheration' intrusive, and accepting of group thought.  In order to  achieve this goal the neighbors must go.
The black, Mexican, Polish, Italian, Lithuanian, Chinese, Korean and Russian neighbors can bugger off to Melrose Park, Elmwood, Lansing, Schiller Park, or Indiana for all oligarchs care.

We do not accept the concept of core humanity - Dead White Men and a few Uncle Toms, Aunt Conzeulas and cousin Moishes who know that Shakepeare, Alcuin,  Milton, Ovid, Sappho, Themistocles, Dryden. Wildem Chaucer, Conrad,  O'Casey and Dante open minds far better than Maya Anglou, Billy Corgan.

Every human being's DNA can be traced back to a feud: Cossak and Jew, Turk and Assyrian, Filipino and Yank, Japanese and everyone else in Asia, the Continent of Africa and of course the Arab, Persian and Malaysian worlds.

The Campbells and McDonalds of Scotland were not the only bring lads blood-hate to Appalachia.  The French taught Indians to scalp. The Irish fought on every continent, because they loved it.  Hindus and Moslems love lighting up little girls. Piss off a Jew. Get between an Ibo and Yoruba from the Niger River.

Even Inuits of the Great Frozen North do not seem to be NPR subscribers:

It should be noted, however, that since there was no political structure overseeing these various relations, parties involved in conflicts had no superordinate body to whom they could turn in seeking resolution of the particular issue. The only real security lay with one's kin; and secondarily, the hope that an adversary's kin would also act to keep the situation from getting out of hand - a gamble at best. In larger coastal settlements especially, conflicts often festered, leading eventually to blood feuds between families. Under these circumstances, one family member would be unlikely to stray into the other family's neighborhood for fear of being physically attacked; or if the feud was sufficiently serious, killed. While the circumstances of Arctic living in a given locality may well have encouraged cooperation among differing kin groups, strong ties with one's own kin comprised the essence of Inupiat social relations.

Until we come to grips with our common humanity, we will continue to exercise sniper practice in New City and Back of the Yards and Pfleger will print more t-shirts.

Our students are not educated, they indoctrinated. They do not know about the Battle of Cullden, the Thirty Years War, Joshua at Jerico, the Rape of Nanking, or Paschendale.

They could not tell you who Fats Waller is, nor do they care.  They have no cultural, societal, or theological frames of reference.

Why not shoot up a corner or drive a van over people going to a Mosque.

Ignorance helps gentrify a smaller, smarter and cleaner Chicago.  Worship at the secular Temple of Happy-Horseshit helps greatly.

A Greek American Made Chicago the Marshmallow Capital and I made a Mess of Campfire Marshmallows at Cracker Jack

I was reading DNAinfo Chicago's article about the openning of the "first" Chicago Marshmallow Cafe!!!!!!  XO Marshmallow, set to open in Rogers Park July 1st, sound too cute by half, "For marshmallow-lovers, it's an edible playground.The store features a mixture of ready-to-eat treats, customizable topping bars, hot and cold drinks and other items for sale, as well as offer a small seating area. "

Okay.

Kind of a BFD story; marshmallows and Chicago are old news.

I made marshmallows, when I got burned and broke three toes working the line at Cracker Jack in 1968.  It was a godsend.

The college kid with whom I was paired passed out from the heat and dropped his end of hot huge kettle of molten cracker jacker, which whammed down on my brogans and broke the Big toe and two of his cousins and burned the hell out of my shins.

Crack Jack Factory on Cicero Ave. was a Fritz Laing of a place in 1968.



My Cousin Mike and I got hired even though we were under age - He was 17 and me just shy of it. We were assigned as General Indirect - we could be sent anywhere and told to do anything: sew up bags of re-cycled corn starch, load freight, or work as a machinist's gofer in the plant.  We worked production every day 3-9 P.M.  We followed F.W. Rueckheim's recipe made famous at the Chicago Exhibition.

Popcorn and peanuts coated in caramel stick together in a huge gooey mass. Rueckheim's little brother came up with the idea of blowing air into the mixture and giving it a long tumble in a cement mixer type of drum and VOILA! Separate but equally delicious.

In 1968, Cracker Jack went 24/7 and Production was on the top floor. It was 115 degrees on average.  We began each day with crisp white uniform and came out eight hours later brownish yellow.

The operation went like this.

• At the sound of bell one man would take the 65 gallon steel drum full of hot popcorn from an assembly line to his dual work station (one man left and one right), pour a cup of corn oil into the popcorn and mix until a bell rang
• At this bell, each man would kick his kettle up on the station fitted with a huge screw, an Air blowing duct, and valve release for the boiling hot carmel - pull lever, wait for the bell.  
• Shut valve
• Place long steel rod into the mixture and stir until bell
• Open Air jet - wait for bell
• Close Air jet - wait of bell Lower screw and mix - for bell
• Raise screw - wait for bell
• Horse kettle off and drag to conveyor with your partner swing kettle onto conveyor
• Conveyor goes to the dump shute and Cracker Jack goes down one floor where peanuts are added. 

All shift, you sweat like a whore in church.

The lower floor where coated peanuts are added is . . .air conditioned.  It is on this floor that the peanuts and the prizes are added.  Women make up the work force here, with the exception of the machinist. Cousin Mike was assigned to the machinist and was stuck with a Joe college newbie. 

I would soon go to the cold!

The day Mike was reassigned, my partner passed out and I went to the Clearing Health Clinic and told, " You got busted toes kid," had salves applied to the burns, take two days off.

I went back to work three days later. I was told to make marshmallows.

On this air conditioned paradise Campfire Marshmallows are made according the recipe of Greek American hero Alex Doumakes - Americanized to Doumak. 

The Marshmallow is a flower with tasty health benefits.  In the mid 1800's the French mixed the flower's juices with eggs and sugar, as a lozenge for swells.  In the 19th Century, Chicago became the hog-butcher of the world and world cent for gelatin.

Gelatin, boys and girls, " is a translucent, colorless, brittle (when dry), flavorless food derived from collagen obtained from various animal body parts. It is commonly used as a gelling agent in food, pharmaceutical drugs, vitamin capsules, photography, and cosmetic manufacturing." 

Bones, hair, fats, snouts, hooves, ears and tails of piggies, lambs and cows makes Jello!

Gelatin became all the rage. Aspics were no longer limited to the swells, but available to Stosh and Gert.

Jello Gelatin became synonymous with Cherry, Lemon, Orange and Lime and not hogs, beeves and sheep parts. 

Chicago is a waste not, want not town, or it was. 

By 1921, a Greek in California came up with a recipe for Marshmallows in their current form.  Gelatin allowed the confection to be produced cheaply and widely. Soon Alex Doumak's recipe was side-by-side with Herr Rueckheim's Cracker Jack right here in Chicago. 

My task was to monitor the serpentine flow of sweet white gelatinous oozings of to the corn starch covering. This goo clogged up a storm and set-f alarms bells until the machinist showed up to cloear it.  I was stuck - stuck -stuck with ropes of marshmallow all over me.   Like the Laocoon I was covered in snakes of marshmallow. 

After eight hours of fighting boas of marshmallow and stepping onto the spillage, I had added an additional three inches to the majesty of my height. This repeated itself for next two days, until production boss Tony Grippo had had enough of the machinist pissing in his ear about 'That gap-toothed moron fucked up the marshmallow conductor again' and was sent back to the 115 degree heat of Cracker Jack Production.  

Damn glad I was of it too.  They found out that me and Mike were under-age and gave us the heave-ho.  Damn glad we were of it too.  

It's a Chicago thing, this yarn. 

Marshmallows are plants that soothed sore throats when mixed sugar and eggs - for the well-off.  Gelatin is a by-product of animal parts.  Chicago was ground zero for animal parts.  A German mixed caramel coated popcorn and peanuts and became a portmanteau word and baseball icon. A Greek made marshmallows available top working stiffs.  The German stated making and marketing the Greek's confection from his Chicago plants. I made both.  Now there is a Marshmallow Cafe. 

Damn glad I was of it too.

Marshmallow Cafe? Pass. 

I've-A Weddin' - Stuff to Consider

                         "Kiss the Bride, Hickey.  She's Drunk enough"

Don't You Love Weddings?  I do - in theory, philosophically and all.

Want to go to a wedding?  Sure. Family and all.  Why not?  Great Food. Great Music, though I preferred the wedding orchestra of yore to the DJ of our times. Music By the The Jagatones!!!!!!

No kidding that was the name of a real wedding band that played nearly ever nuptial in Kankakee County back in  the1970's-1990's.  The band was J. Agatone ( a music teacher) and his orchestra.

The drum kit sported the JAGATONES on the bass.

Open Bar?  On the south side that is de rigueur.   I have been invited to many joyful unions beyond the Pale and almost all were cash bar events. No big deal.

Wedding food can range from the bohemian to the traditional at La Villa St-Jacques Mason de Cadillac Coupe de Ville Banquets to Country Club chic 

The eats will be great anyway.

Prior to the wedding, I must make sure that my clothing fits.  Try squeezing into that swell Haspel olive khaki suit that you bought for the baby's christening in 1995 and expect comments like,

• "Hickey, nice suit; didn't have one in your size?"
• "Why do all fur suits look so ******* bad? "
• "If you have the money, time and resources to make/buy something like that... why would you waste it on making it look like a muck savage
• "Where's the jock-strap and snow shoes this event?  The didgnity of aging no doubt.

Dress not to impress.  Dress to go unnoticed.  Shine your shoes.  For God's sake wear a belt.

Hair -Get a hair cut at a real barber and not Clipper Gals Hot-Pants Trim Trimmers ( regular $15).  Spend a buck Go to Cuttrone's on 111th and avoid remarks like 

• " You got them Russian gang Tats to go with the Fade, Hickey?"
• " You look just like Thomas Merton!"
• " Going back for Act 2?"
• " Got rid of the lice, Big Boy?
• " Went to that $4 German barber - a buck a side?"

Weddings are crowded.  Blend, blend and blend again.  Smile up a storm.  Feign deafness.  Skip the soup - especially if it is creamed anything. Do the Hokey Pokey and Turn Yourself Around.  Do an Irish Farewell*. 

That's what it's all about!

* Also, known as 'Pulling a Murphy**'  Leaving quietly out the side door of a party or bar without saying goodbye to anyone. 

** Beating it from Mass after the Gospel.

Chicken A Go-Go with Adobo!

I have mentioned to you, my legion of reader, that I am a strange agent.  No, Really.  Things generally tickle my fancy no end, or some things can get my bushy eye brows a 'twitching and  I go all Yosemite Sam, until my native milk of human kindness once again flows,  like the mighty Kankakee River over Washington Street Damn. Yes, sir.

About two weeks ago, I bumped into a pal of mine who owns great culinary chops and we chatted recipes like two old spinsters at National Tea.

I gave him some lamb recipes and he introduced me to Mexican Adobo spices. The guy is a tall blonde Loogan* (or Lugan) from over by Marquette Park and played some ball at St. Rita, as the south side patter goes.

Adobo is a blend of these spices:

• 1/4 cup smoked paprika. (most recipes call for sweet)
• 3 tablespoons ground black pepper.
• 2 tablespoons onion powder.
• 2 tablespoons dried oregano (preferably Mexican)
• 2 tablespoons ground cumin.
• 1 tablespoon chipotle chile powder.
• 1 tablespoon garlic powder.

I am a huge fan of smoked paprika.  Here's a bit of history, Smoked paprika comes from the  Capsicum annuum peppers of the La Vera region, where growers harvest dry the chiles over wood fires. It gives any a recipe for a stew, paella or goulash a great outdoorsy scent and flavor.

The Mexicans know how to make everything taste wonderful, because any land where Spain planted its flag is home to Adobo.  This  method of  marinating food in lquids with the above mentioned mix, has preserved meats, as well as flavored stews. Portugese, Filipino, Mexican, Spanish cuisine and eats from the Azores is Adobo friendly.

As I am cooking for one most days, I prepare enough for  a few days.  Since I have an empty nest, the whiners have flown, leftovers are not something to squeal about.  I cooks what I likes!

Here is a handy and simple recipe:

Adobo Chicken:

• 1 cup of diced onions
• 1/2 cup of diced celery
• 1/2 cup of diced carrots
• three Roma tomatoes cut into wedges
• three boned chicken breasts
• 2 tablespoons of crushed garlic
• 1/2 Cup of Adobo Spice
• 1/2 cup of chopped cilantro
• 1 whole line cut in halves
• 1 tablespoon of Olive Oil

In your Hamilton Beach Slow Cooker Layer in order

Onions - cover with Adobo

Celery - cover with Adobo

Carrots -cover with Adobo

Chicken Breasts covered in Adobo spices

Crushed Garlic

Chopped Cilantro 

1/2 Lime squeazed over all

Cook on high for two hours then with a fork break up the chicken like pulled pork and then set on LOW for another four hours. 

This serves as a protein base for Bib Lettuce wraps.  Skillet fry cabbage with spicy Korean BBBQ sauce and serve with Adobo chicken.  It is nice over rice, or sided with roasted potato wedges. Use the other lime half with you dinner.  Garnish as you wish.  

Adobo is great for Lamb, pork and beef as well. 

Thanks to a son of Lithuania, this Narrow Back eats like a Padrone. 

* Loogans: Lithuanians, Balts from over by Marquette Park. arguably the most attractive** of the Caucasian ethnics - Loogans are proficient at Math, Hygiene, Culinary Arts, Height and Spelling.

** Find a homely Loogan. Good luck with that. 

Twenty-Seven Things I Know About the Jeff Sessions Testimony Today

Attorney General Jeff Sessions will testify before the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence on Tuesday, June 13, at 2:30 pm. That;'s today. The hearing will be open to the public and livestreamed on the Senate Intelligence Committee’s website.

Sessions has come under serious scrutiny from senators, ink-slingers, street-artists, guys at $ 5 Buckets Tuesday, the really homely woman with a morbidly intrusive overbite on CNN, three guys named Mike, Two Guys Plumbing and terminally flatulent Republicans — especially Senator John McCain — over his failure to disclose meetings with Russian Ambassador Sergey Kislyak during the confirmation process, not keeping a neat wallet, using the salad fork to eat his main course, over-tipping the counterman at Uncle J's BBQ and making fun of Fareed Zakaria's dead-eyes

Here are 27 Things you should know about today's historic hearings

1. You can travel to Cuba legally
2. Life is hard - only suckers beef
3. The secret is in the sauce
4. Three’s Company was one of the most popular American sitcoms of the late 1970s and early 1980s. Millions of Americans fell in love with the antics of Jack, Chrissy and Janet. I never saw an episode. FM
5. A burger used to cost $ 0.18 and was never flame broiled - anywhere. 
6. Jays potato chips was called JAPPS until 'December 7, 1941 -- a date which will live in infamy -- the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.'
7. Mopetown was the last neighborhood in Chicago to get paved streets and sidewalks. 
8. Effort is key, or not
9. 'Goin' to a Go-Go' is Smokey Robinson's best song.
10. Katy Syme is the redhead in H&M’s autumn campaign and is a part of the progressive movement that’s changing fashion. 
11. Forrest Claypool has Seven (7) public pensions and he ain't near done.
12. Spike Lee once sued SPIKE TV
13. Spike Lee once sued the estates of Spike Jones, Spike Milligan and Spike O'Donnell
14. Mr. Bean, he gone.
15. Beets are God's way of warning us of the Final Judgment
16. Cauliflower can not be masked by garlic, whipped recipes, or coated in chocolate - it would gag a maggot.
17. My brother-in-law Larry was forced to watch Princess Diana swim in the private pool of the building he chief engineers, just after that fat guy asked her to dance.
18. Portlanders invented naked biking, or at least claim they did.
19. Portland sound like Idiot Ground Zero
20. It is.
21. Bohemian potatoes
22. Fetty Wap appreciates both Beyonce and Rhianna . Quoth he, "they both make dope music."
23.  Raúl Modesto Castro Ruz is a Cuban politician who has been President of the Council of State of Cuba and the President of the Council of Ministers of Cuba since 2008 and still plays with himself.
24. National Infertility Awareness Week was April 23-29 in case you missed it.  I know I did. 
25. Gary Oldman has absolutely no idea of who I am.
26. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
27. The only Sessions I will  listen to is Chet Baker and Bill Evans

That about wraps things up for this session, Feather-Merchants.  Say your prayers, drink plenty of whole milk, do your calisthenics and never wear tighty whities. Ding Hao*! 

*"The name of the fellow in big game outfit was Charles Homer Bill (Chuck Bill) whose greeting each show was "Ding-hoy Feather Merchants." The name of the show escapes me, but Chuck Bill also co-hosted a radio show with Captain Stubby (of Captain Stubby & the Buccaneers.)" 

Treat Dad to All This Jazz! Terry Sullivan Trio Live on Fathers Day

Treat Dad, The Gaffer, The Old Man, The OG, Himself,  His Nibbs, Sperm Merchant. DILF Daddy, The Guv'nor, Pops, Pater, The Begetter, The Guy on Couch, Mr. ATM, or the Great Grilldo to great jazz.

You are going to drag the poor old bastard out against his will anyway; why not let him hear some quality vocals and chops from three brilliant musicians.

Miss Terry Sullivan - Vocalist:Vocalist Terry Sullivan sang in early music ensembles and small concert choirs before turning to jazz. An Ohio native, she has a degree in flute from Ohio University, but began singing after college. Anita O’Day and Blossom Dearie are influences. In addition to traditional musical training beginning in grade four, she studied at the Aebersold Summer Jazz Workshops at the University of Louisville, Kentucky.   Ms. Sullivan gives jazz concerts in small venues with some of Chicago’s finest instrumentalists.

Mr. Stewart Miller - Bass:  Stewart is a graduate of both the University of Kentucky, and Northern Illinois University where he attended to further his music education, completing various music programs during his time there.Mr. Miller is a regular in jazz clubs, recording studios, and festivals all around Chicago. He is a member of the Chicago Jazz Philharmonic, in addition to being an instructor of Jazz Bass at the University of Illinois-Chicago and the Music Institute of Chicago. Stewart can also be heard on recent recordings by Chicago jazz artists such as Orbert Davis, Russ Phillips, and Judy Roberts. He can also be found on Delmark Records 2004 release, "Up Jumped Spring" by legendary trombonist, Curtis Fuller

 

 Mr. Tommy Muellner -Piano: Tommy Muellner was born in Chicago, Illinois. His father, John F. Muellner (1923--2016) was Tommy's first musical influence. In his heyday, Tommy's Dad played accordion in a dance band and in his later years played organ for senior citizen functions and for pleasure at home. John Muellner's unique personality, humor and passion for music resonates in Tommy Muellner's brilliant talent and style.

Tommy grew up surrounded by good music. With a variety of instruments from which to choose, he started playing gigs at an early age. Although he has learned to play drums, guitar, bass and organ, Tommy's natural preference was always the piano. Tommy grew up hearing many great jazz records, but the whole family especially loved the unique jazz piano artistry of Erroll Garner. In his early twenties, Tom discovered Bill Evans "by osmosis," and considers his influence on jazz to be significant.[citation needed] After that important discovery, Muellner "realized when I finally heard the music, that jazz is more than music. It is great art, and a philosophy with spiritual ramifications."

In later years, Tommy's musical influences were gleaned from the likes of Evans, Charlie Parker, John Coltrane, Miles Davis, and Dexter Gordon. He learned mostly from the great classic jazz recordings. He also learned a great deal from playing with master musicians like Ira Sullivan, as well as other lesser known musicians he worked with at a younger age. His favorite pianists include Art Tatum, Hank Jones, Bud Powell, Barry Harris, McCoy Tyner, Monty Alexander, Keith Jarrett, Chick Corea, Herbie Hancock, Steve Kuhn, Denny Zeitlin, Fred Hersch and his close friend John Campbell.

Take the old Do-Dad to Saints Peter and Paul Lutheran Church
Riverside, Illinois this Sunday at 3PM (Suggested donation $ 20)

Then feed the poor old bastard.

Hacked Presidential Elections Begin With Chicago Hacks, Including Mike Quigley

Illinois Politics' Arch-Hypocrite, Congressman Mike Quigley, foamed at the mouth about Russian hacking of Illinois Elections.

"Despite the intelligence community's assessment that Russia interfered in our presidential election, President Donald Trump and Republican leadership seem wholly uninterested in examining how and why Russia targeted us — and what we must do to prevent it from happening again.
Recently, the intelligence committees in both the Senate and House announced bipartisan investigations into Russian hacking and election interference. As a member of the House Permanent Select Committee on Intelligence, I welcomed this announcement and take seriously my duty to follow the facts, wherever they lead. I support the investigation because I believe American citizens deserve to know what really happened during this past election."  Wee Mike Quigley in the Chicago Tribune Opinion

Donald Trump did not force the use of computer-voting on the voters of Cook County. You did, Mike Quigley. And this twerp is on the House Intelligence Committee? Vlad Putin could not have gotten into our election machines without buck-toothed Dave Orr, Forrest Claypool, Larry Sufredin and the good folks at Sequoia Voting Systems.

In 2006, Mike Quigley was one of the Progressive grifters. . .I mean Commissioners,  who worked with Cook County Clerk David Orr, at the behest of Help America Vote, Abner Mikva and friends, to weld suburban Cook County and Chicago voters together with Venezuelan voting machines.

The Sequoia Voting Machines, Help America Vote, Forrest Claypool, Venezuela and those rascally Russians are all part of our Progressive History.  Prior to the 2008 Election of the transformative Barack H. Obama, a huge fan of Venezuelan Tin-pot Dictator the late Hugo Chavez and voting began getting hacked without hanging chads, on-line and vulnerable.

That was 2006, when former Mayor and Cook County Clerk David Orr insisted that Cook County and City Elections operate the identical voting systems.

Only Cook County Commissioner Tony Perica objected.   The Chicago media and Progressive Democrats ( Forrest Claypool, Mike Quigley, Abner Mikva, Pat Quinn et al) had already branded Commissioner Perica as Mad as a Hatter.   After Forrest Claypool's arched brows and hound dog-sad facial features bespoke his 'concern' for voting in the traditional manner in support of the Orr initiative to force Sequoia Voting Machines on voters in not only Chicago, but suburban Cook County as a whole and ensure that the balance of Illinois votes would be cancelled out, Commissioner Sims shut Tony Perica's pie-hole and on-line voter fraud became a dream come true.

Dig this!

Commissioner Peraica inquired whether the March election used an “Optic Eagle.”

Clerk Orr replied in the negative.

Commissioner Peraica inquired whether Sequoia is traded on NASDAQ or adheres to public disclosure practices.

Mr. Blaine replied in the negative.

Commissioner Peraica inquired what technical problems existed with the machines deployed on election day, and what measures are being taken to fix them.

Mr. Blaine stated that they don’t know the number of technical problems yet.  He stated improvements will be made to the machines at no cost to the County.

Chairman Neal stated that while it is an option to hold the vendor responsible for payment for a consultant, at this time it is the responsibility jointly of Cook County and the City.  He further stated that he would inform the Cook County Board of Commissioners if his office plans to proceed with the hiring of a consultant.

Clerk Orr stated that the reason that an independent consultant would be retained would be to obtain a review that is made independently of the vendor.

Commissioner Peraica stated that the payment for elections judges is insufficient.  He further stated that Clem Balanoff, Director of Elections, indicated to him that the equipment had been certified with a software glitch uncorrected.

Mr. Balanoff replied that the glitch did not affect the accuracy of the result.

Commissioner Peraica inquired whether the Board will receive a report regarding the elections equipment scheduled to be leased for the November election.

Mr. Blaine replied that the Board will be receiving a report on the “Edge” and “Insight” machines as well as the firmware and hardware that support them.  Also, a mock election will be staged, and a report on this will be supplied to the Board.

Chairman Neal replied that he would try to obtain a detailed report from the State Board of Elections on the equipment being used in the November election.  He further stated that although typically the State Board of Elections does not publish detailed reports, he believes that this situation warrants it.

Commissioner Peraica inquired as to when Sequoia will furnish the County Board with a report addressing the number and nature of the technical problems possessed by the election equipment used in the March elections.

Mr. Blaine replied that the County Board will receive this report by July 1, 2006.

Commissioner Peraica inquired as to a suit filed against Sequoia in the state of Washington.

Mr. Blaine replied that that suit had been dropped.

Commissioner Sims inquired whether the equipment used by Cook County in the March elections is state-of-the-art.

Mr. Blaine replied in the affirmative.

Commissioner Sims inquired whether the software being used by the equipment in November will be compatible to any upgraded machines the County might move to.

Mr. Blaine replied in the affirmative.

Commissioner Sims inquired whether the equipment can be enhanced to accommodate any change in requirements that the government might impose.

Mr. Blaine replied that Sequoia cannot foresee what future requirements the government might impose.

Oh, Heavens no, Mr. Blaine!

Barack Obama became 44th President of the United States and Sequoia machines ensured his re-election?

Far-fetched?  Not really.  Venal Progressive Democrats and spineless Regular Democrats benefit.  Oligarchs ( Banks, Brokers, Real Estate Slum Dog Billionaires, Bombardier CTA Products, and joyful Castro Brothers, Tur Partners aka Richie Daley) benefit hugely.

Russian on-line hacking was only made possible by the grant of David Orr and Cook County Commissioners. 

It seems logical to follow the money, but first run back to the 2006 in Cook County Illinois and wee Mike Quigley's part in the hacking of American elections.

                                                      April 27, 2006

The Honorable,
The Board of Commissioners of Cook County

ATTENDANCE

Present:
Chairman Daley, Vice Chairman Steele, Commissioners Claypool, Gorman, Hansen, Maldonado, Moreno, Peraica, Quigley, Silvestri, Sims and Suffredin (12)

Absent:
Commissioners Butler, Collins, Goslin and Murphy (4)

Excused Absence:
President Stroger (1)

Also Present:
Honorable David Orr – Cook County Clerk; Langdon D. Neal – Chairman, Chicago Board of Election Commissioners; Clem Balanoff – Director of Elections, Cook County Clerk’s Office; Jack Blaine – President, Sequoia Voting Systems, Inc.; Richard A. Cowen – Commissioner, Chicago Board of Election Commissioners; and Gary Rycyzyn – Election Consultant

Court Reporter:
Anthony W. Lisanti, C.S.R.

 If I were Trump's special prosecutor, I would begin right here with all of the records at the County Building and begin to tune-up these champs: Chairman Daley, Vice Chairman Steele, Commissioners Claypool, Gorman, Hansen, Maldonado, Moreno, Quigley, Silvestri, Sims and Suffredin.

Then, I might look into the results of every election since 2006, just to make sure there were no crazy Ivans in the system.

What to Do on Comey Thursday ! N.B. John Kass, Alone, Brings Readers to the Chicago Tribune

John Kass, a river to his people!



Big Jim Comey Spills to Congress, Doo,Dah, DooDah! ( repeat as needed)

Fired F.B.I. Director and J. Edgar Hoover to the Stars, James Comey will dominate the airwaves and suck the oxygen out of this rapidly dying planet, when he tells all to Congress today.

Well, that should clear things up around the Swamp and get them bells of freedom a 'chiming all through this land that's made for you and me.

I read the Chicago Tribune just prior to hitting these keys and it seems Trump is a really, really bad guy and will soon be shown the back exit door of the White House; maybe, even before Baron and Melania show up with the Mayflower vans from Trump Tower, or wherever the tribe lights the campfire.

The always prissy Steve Chapman and the editorial eel-spine-ed Bruce Dold detest President Trump, which always is a stack of chips in his favor for this citizen. On Sunday, Rex Huppke went wee-wee all over Deplorables like me and so many others.

I could punch a mime and pee off the edge of the Eiffel Tower while shouting "America First!" and I would still, without question, be viewed as a higher caliber American than the president.
European vacations are now going to be a blast. We can get away with anything and still seem classy by comparison.
Thanks, President Trump! The people of the United State of Inanity salute you.

Rex Huppke Micturates into above said river.  

What a gas!  What wit! What a self-absorbed asshole! Rex Huppke might get knowing snorks from the beret and knit cap crowd, but his bile is only read by us working stiffs to see just how badly the oligarchs detest us.  The only inane Americans I know of call themselves journalists.

John Kass alone is why people read the Chicago Tribune, Rex.   Rex Huppke, Steve Chapman, Clarence Page the Al Roker of African American Opinion, Mary Schmich and Eric Zorn  all get salaries to insult, deprecate and smarm their contempt for working Americans and college-educated citizens in possession of common sense.  Rave on, Resistance writers, John Kass is providing you the trump to carry on.

Yep, Trump is crispy,over-heated bread. What can Comey add to conversation in the media wind tunnel?

Nuttin'!

So, today, after a nice two mile round trip to St. John Fisher for Communion and vigorous scrubbing of the kitchen floor, I intend to walk the precincts of the 19th Ward and inhale the vapors of this beautiful and sunny day.

I shall get a haircut at Cutrone's barbershop on 111th and learn about London's vote, as Giovanni's daughter-in-law and her brother are from Old Blighty.  Brother-in-law is a barber and will have something to say on the London Bridge massacre. Cutrone's has English Football playing every day.  Patrons watch Limey Football.  John Kass would love this place. I have never seen a Chicago Tribune at Cutrone's and Sun Times is folded over to the near invisible sports section.

No Bears, no Bulls, but plenty of Chelsea F.C., Tottenham, West Ham United F.C., Chrystal Palace F.C. and Arsenal F.C.  dominate Cutrones huge flat screen T.V.s.   Arsenal ?  Yep.


The leader of the ISIS trio was wearing an Arsenal jumper when he gored tourists and neighbors with his blade.

Yep, that Trump's a tramp.

And tramp I shall with my locks shorn and smelling like Clubman these feet will meet the concrete all the way to Oak Lawn (2.3 miles in 45 minutes) and drop in my granddaughter for sound feeding and changing at the hands of a practiced baby-wrangler. After an hour or two of rubber-caged mugging and idiotic imitations of Mel Blanc to coax out a smile from Miss Lily, I will beat a retreat.

Another 45 minutes of invigorating strides and home to shower and change for my early evening assignation with Miss Terry Sullivan and a stroll through Little Italy's Columbus Park to take in some Thursday T-ball and minor softball, before a light supper at Tufano's Vernon Parkway Tap.

We will engage in lively issues concerning art, film, jazz and real estate in Forest Park.

This makes a swell day.

Comey?

No, I got a haircut at Cutrone's.