There was a an old response to an outrageous assertion from a person who had college degrees after his name, that I no longer hear in Chicago. It went " Listen to him. He's an important guy. Look at the letters after his name BS, Master of BS, Piled High and Deep!"
We no longer live in Chicago. We reside in Chicagoland.
Editorial Boards in Chicago are umbilical chords pumping life and vitality into the misery that is Illinois still-born government. Editorial Boards in Chicago shined no light on Candidate Obama long association with Chicago Slum Warlords: Allsion Davis and Valerie Jarrett who trotted out bundler Tony Rezko - The Man in The Iron Mask. Nor did they point out the daffy irregularities of Blago, Burris, Quinn & Company, Ralph Martire: The Architect of Pension Three Card Monte, Daley's Sell off of Assets.
Reporters did that. No paper has better reporter than Chicago Sun Times: Tim Novak, Dan Mihiapolous, Chris Fusco, the silenced Dave McKinney and Natasha Korecki. They are the Casandras of our City. Chicago went the way of the stockyards and became Chicagoland, which is gussied up with verbal arugula from Sundance Films and Sundance Bob Redford doing a solid for Ari Emanuel We are asked to pretend that Rahm Emanuel is 'one of us.' Chicagoland is Hollywood-lite.
That is Okay with both Chicagoland Papers.
These twin Chicagoland editorial boards work to get Rahm a permanent place on the 5th Floor.
That is their right and privilege. The pin-stripe crowd that comes into Chicagoland from Lake County and points tonier and exits at sunset command the skype-ready board rooms that look down on Chicagoland and giggle with pride and snide, knowing full well that Rahm Emanuel will direct more cash to their vaults. They nod with conviction and solemn agreement when the Twin Chicagoland Medill Brat Pack inks its endorsement.
The twin pulp endorsements are as glued to the truth as a Brian Williams combat yarn and tell us that our lot is Resignation. "Resignation is the lot of the helot with thirty year mortgage and $ 487 water every six months. Resign yourselves to the inevitable, pay your bills and shut the duck up, or Rahms sake."
I am told by the editorial board of the Sun Times, the paper with fanged talent I listed above, that Rahm Emanuel 'Earned My Vote.'
Bullshit!
Was that too intemperate and un-WTTW?
How about Horseshit - you know the stuff Ed Burke so solemnly banned from the Gold Coast.
I earn my pay. I earn the love of my children and respect and courtesy of my neighbors.
The very same editorial ink that tells me, in no uncertain terms, that I owe my vote to Dancing Priam, tells me also that, " The city’s four main pension systems are underfunded by a stunning $20 billion. Workers and retirees will have to pay in more and get back less. There is no other way. Homeowners, best we can tell, will have to pay higher taxes. Absolutely nobody will be happy."
Gee, you think?
I will bet that my Ward, the 19th, will go along with Rahm, because for too many of my neighbors personal obligations will demand it. They will be a doing a solid for the guy who desperately believes that Rahm wil save his job on the Garbage trucks, or down at the Hall, or help his kid get a pipes trades job, in some way.
I know. I have been there and voted that.
Vote for whomever you believe to the best person, be it Rahm, Bob, Chuy, Willie, Doc or Jimmy the Two-Headed Boy.
You owe no one your vote. You don't need a PhD to tell you that, but he will.
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