More UnBroken - Tom Gerrity Still in the Fight With 'Mortimer'

Back:  P/O Allen R. Page (RAAF) - Capt. Smiling Tom P. Gerrity - M/Sgt Melvin E. Owens - Sgt. Al Fawe - Cpl. Ed D. Connor                                                
Front: T/Sgt Al Simmons - T/Sgt James G. Westbrook - Unknown - Unknown

Yesterday, I wrote about a Leo Alumnus (dec.) - Thomas P. Gerrity* ( Leo Class of 1930 - the Charter Class). Thomas P. Gerrity became one of the pioneers of the Missile Program that eveolved into NASA and landed a man on the moon. Tom Gerrity died of a heart attack in in 1968, while directing the missile program at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in Ohio,

The photos linked here were taken in May and and June of 1942.  Less than a month before, Tom Gerrity escaped the Fall of Bataan when he was ordered out to Australia - there were more planes than pilots Down Under.  Tom Gerrity fought in the Phillipines from December 1941 through April, 1942 as a medium bomber pilot whose plane was bombed and straffed (Gerrity was wounded in that attack) before it could fly from Nichols Field, as an air liason officer, flying a P-40 to and from Corregidor for General Wainwright, the scapegoat chosen by Douglas MacArthur for his own failures, as a member of the Bataan 24th Pursuit Group flying obsolete and shot-up planes against the Japanese and as a rifleman when the planes ran out.

Gerrity starved on Bataan and stayed in the fight even though he was racked by malaria and bone-breaking dengue fever.

Lieutenant Gerrity and several other pilots managed to get a Navy float-plane back in shape and flew it to Mindanao, where they were picked up and taken to Australia by members of their Bomb Group, who had been ordered out earlier.

Tom Gerrity was married and had a son back home in the States.

America was beaten all over the Pacific and Asia. Only a few pilots managed to take the fight to Japan,  Tom Gerrity, starved, wounded and sick, stayed in the fight.  He flew a bomber nicknamed 'Mortimer.'
In the following months, Gerrity flew 49bombing missions and sank 28 Japanese ships,

 B-25C   "Mortimer"   41-12443  

Ask yourself, " Should our kids know about a Tom Gerrity, a Motts Tonelli, a Louis Zamperini, inorder to lead good life?"

That is not a rhetorical question.


Tom Gerrity
Born December 8, 1913
Harlowton, Montana
Died February 24, 1968 (aged 54)
Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, Ohio
Buried at Arlington National Cemetery
Allegiance United States of America
Service/branch United States Air Force
Years of service 1939-1968
Rank General
Commands held Air Force Logistics Command
Battles/wars World War II
Awards Air Force Distinguished Service Medal (2)
Silver Star
Air Medal (2)
Purple Heart
Relations Thomas P. Gerrity (son)[1

UnBroken -American Heroism

 

To the Officers and Enlisted men of the of the 27thBombardment Group (L) dead or missing in action in the
Philippine Islands, Australia Java, and New Guinea, we
dedicate this book and all our efforts to repay, ten thousand
times over, the Japanese for every one of our men lost.

Thomas P. Gerrity ( Leo 1930) Top row extreme right - shortly after his escape from Bataan.

 It was great to see that Angelina Jolie's film of UnBroken, based upon Laura Hillenbrand’s wonderful book of the same name, has exceeded box office expectations.  Hollywood no longer wants movies that extol common values like valor, honor, courage and faith. Instead, movies are churned out that cast doubt on any one's ability to reach deeply to the human core forged in faith, commitment, sacrifice and duty.  Valor comes not from a political bequest and certainly not from a reparation of grievances and is therefore taboo to the Procrustean themes forced by Harvey Weinstein, Peter Gruber, or Scott Rudin.

Marvel and DC Comics are the script templates replacing the Torah, the Pentateuch, or the Rights of Man.  Abe Lincoln fights Vampires, Werewolves, or the demons of his sexual identity.  Valor only works when pagan totems are doled out by Odin, Zeus, Minerva, or learned in the classrooms of Hogwarts Staff.

Anything that leads a person to behave selflessly and in good-faith from a First Cause is verboten.

Yet, thanks to Ms. Jolie's UnBroken, it is evident that People will pay to witness a man act without the aid of PC, or magical powers.

Our Thumb-Dummy Kultur Kampf is meant to keep people from talking with another person and arriving at mutually satisfying conclusion that 'boy, a man's faith in God and himself can sure give him an edge in a tough situation.'

Tough situations abound, but tough people ( people who can it - whatever it happens to be) are getting scarce it seems.  Seeming is not being.   We can be tough without Bat Utility Belts, a bog-ass Mjǫlnir in our mitts, or help from President Obama.

I linked a story writtten by a group of very tough people - the battered, under equipped, out-numbered and alone survivors of the 27th Bomb Group, including Lt (later Captain) Tom Gerrity of 17th Bomb Squadron who were sent to the Phillipine Islands less than a month before Pearl Harbor.

Tom Gerrity (Leo Class of 1930) flew a B-18 bomber that only seems to appear in a Bugs Bunny Cartoon

The plane was obsolete and Gerrity never got his plane off the ground of Nichols Field on December 9, 1941 when the Japanese destroyed General Mac Arthur's air power on the ground. 

The next day, (9th), found the 17th with some of the crews manning machine gun
posts at Nichols Field and with flying crews standing by to man the B-18’s. Tom Gerrity
and Ed Townsend had one, Pete Bender and Harry Roth of the 16th had the second, and
Gus Heiss and F.E. Timlin of the 17th had the third. All had it easy on the 9th but on the
10th all were called out. Tom and Ed were down at Nichols preparing for a bombing
mission when shortly afternoon the Nips staged a huge raid. Tom and Ed ran for cover as
the Zeros began to strafe the B-18’s that they were to use on their mission. Tom
unfortunately was hit in the hand by a piece of shrapnel and Ed got to cover just as the B-
18’s load of bombs blew up. “Tim” and “Gus” ran into a dog fight but finally managed
to get to San Marcelino.
In the same raid, several of the 17th gunners at Nichols were strafed and one crew
manned its post until blown out by bombs.

Nine days later:

The 27th Group Commander, Major Davies and a number of pilots left early this

morning by plane for Australia. They plan to pick-up the 27th’s A-24 dive bombers, and
ferry them back to the Philippines. In the absence of Major Davies, Major Sewell acted
as Group Commander with Captain Whoffell as executive officer and Tom Gerrity as
group Material Officer.
Due to the lack of aircraft and the dis-organization of the entire situation, the 27th
was left high and dry. A complete air corps unit with no airplanes with which to fight.
The “Powers the be” later turned the Group into an infantry outfit.
On December 20th Tom Gerrity was assigned to the North Luzon force as Air Corp
Liason Officer. On the way north he stopped off at Stotsenberg. Clark Field was a
shamble. Wrecked airplanes lay burned all over the field.

Tom Gerrity served as liason to General Wainwright, flying from the island fortress of Corregidor to Bataan and back keeping the man desiganted by MacArthur to be the goat for his monumental failures and arrogance in the Phillipines apprised of the appaling air defences,

Gerrity front row far right on Bataan as a P-40 pilot

 Tom Gerrity later went to Bataan as a pursuit pilot in one of few remaing P-40's, until malaria, dengue fever and the Japanese Zero turned pilots into rifle men.
Gerrity was one of the last men to escape the Death March when he was ordered to Australia only hours before the fall of Bataan. Gerrity patched up a Grumman Floatplane and flew himself and others one thousand miles south Mindanao's Del Monte Field, where he was picked up by comrades from the 27th Group ordered to Australia months earlier.

The next day two more missions were flown by
each flight. Cebu Harbor and Dabao was heavly bombed. Anti-aircraft fire was heaby
on all missions, but the Japs consistenly underestimated the speed of the B-25. After the
last mission both flights landed at Del Monte, and under cover of darkness bomb bay
tanks were reinstalled and the ships were serviced for the long hop back to Darwin. Up at
the clubhouse, the 27th Pilots welcomed back into the fold, two 27th men who had make
their way down from Bataan bare hours before it’s fall.
The faces of Tom Gerrity and Jack Wienert clearly showed the strain of four
months on beleaguered Bataan. They could give no information about the men of the
27th who remained on Bataan to the last, except that all the officers were still alive up to
the last day and that the casualties among the men had been small.
Take-off time was set at 2300, and shortly before midnight ten B-25s, each
overloaded to capacity with officers recently evacuated from Bataan - - took off from Del
Monte, bored up through a low overcast, and headed south toward Darwin, 2000 miles
away in the darkness. The scourge of the tropic “old man dengue” had smacked Talley
squarely between the eyes just before the last mission, and Pete gladly let Jack Wienert take his place as co-pilot during most of the return trip. All the ships landed at Batchelor
Field, forty miles south of Darwin, after daylight the morning of April 14, staying only
long enough to gas up, and taking off immediately. Night found them back in Charters
Towers, more than a little weary from nearly fifty hours of hard flying in four days, and
asking for nothing but a bed.
After a few days of rest, the group was called on to furnish ships for constant patrol
out of Port Moresby. J.R. Smith and Talley – now recovered from his battle with dengue
- - took two ships up April 23 and spent the usual four or five days, running a nine hour
recon flight every day over all Jap bases from Kavieng in the North to the deboyne
Islands in the south. The recons were long, lonely, and dangerous, but the pilots who
flew them gained an intimate knowledge of the entire combat area which was to be
invaluable to them later on.

Gerrity flew B-25s against the Japanese is credited with sinking 28 ships in the Bismark Sea.

UnBroken.   There are many tales of Unbroken people. We need to tell those tale. Shared memory is civilization.

"Who's the Water Head, Now, Hollywood?" Angelina Jolie Sure as Hell Ain't

"I never had a plan for my life," she said. "I do what I want to do. And if suddenly tomorrow I couldn't do anything, I could deal with that. I'd be happy at home being a mom." Angelina Jolie in People

“She's seriously out of her mind.” Scott Rudin e-mail to Amy Pascal

Seriously.  Sony pictures was hacked by the North Koreans, because it produced a movie intended to 'goof-on' the tubby, dictator who orders live ammunition practice on his Kin and paramours.  The hack-job mined a bonanza of Tweets, e-mails and cyber messaging between Sony executives. These same executives produce untold hours of loud,dull, self-congratulatory,  insulting, violent and meaningless 'entertainment' that goes immediately to Blue-Ray and Cable. Every once in a while the odd 'film' manages to squeeze through that is not loud,dull, self-congratulatory,  insulting, violent and meaningless 'entertainment' and lands somewhere in the level of artistic value next to Mitchell (considered the # 1 Worst Movie of 1975.

1975 was the year actor and director Angelina Jolie was born.

Since that time, the young lady seems to have done pretty well for herself - married a successful guy, adopted many children, engaged in charitable works with a grace well beyond her years and zip code, "She has received an Academy Award, two Screen Actors Guild Awards, and three Golden Globe Awards, and was named Hollywood's highest-paid actress by Forbes in 2009, " directed two films and has avoided rehab, scandal and managed to not make a complete train-wreck of her image.

She is a cute girl - some say beautiful.

That said, the executives at Sony who have managed to allow the tubby sociopath of the Pacific Rim to unmask Hollywood for the fetid cesspool it happens to be 24/7 and no days off for religious holiday.

In 1975, I was a baby teacher at Bishop McNamara High School in Kankakee, IL ( home of actors Kara Zediker BMHS '88, and Fred MacMurray).  Years later, while Kara Zediker trod the boards of Steppenwolf Theatre with John Malkovich, appeared in The Babe, Uncle Buck, Dig Two Graves, Contagion, Rock Star, The Babe, Janie Jones and No God, No Master, as well as made her talents evident on TV shows Like Star Trek, 24, King of Queens and Zena Warrior Princess, I became aware that Angelina Jolie was making a splash in Hollywood.

I saw Ms. Jolie in a couple of her films and recognized her intelligence, humor, depth and good heart.

I did not pick up on any clues as to her mental stability. She seems like a person who is centered and one not prone to worry about what is in the gift bags, or the place in line.

Hollywood is powerful.  Kim Jong Un is powerful.  Some people with power make life a living hell for others whom they deem inferior.

In 1975, I would go from Kankakee back home to the south side and tend bar.  I made more from Friday through Sunday than I did as a teacher.  There was a guy who used come into the bar who was a full blown nut-job. He would disguise himself with fake beards, glasses, trench coats and flash cards and badges that he got from Riley's Trick Shop and cage drinks and snacks.  He was nuts but relatively harmless.

"Shayyy? I'm jusht in from the coasht, and Bosh ( Boz) shed any thing I ashked for wash Ok, until my finanshesh get shquared away, Shpill me a Millersh and a shot of Chevash,"

Despite the disguises and the false identities, Larrensh (Larry) was afflicted with 'Fountain Mouth' - the Eddie Foy disease -"Shhay It, Don' Shhhpray it." That he could not hide.  Therefore, bar tenders immediately knew that Lawrensh Washhh In the Housh! The bartenders and owners gave the poor guy a couple of beers, a bag or two of Chipshhhh and the odd ride home. All but one.

Hollywood Hogan hated Lawensh like he was freshman Algebra. He would order Larry out with threats and maledictions and call him Water-head.

One very foggy night, after Hollywood ( a stunningly handsome black Irish Colin Farrell look-alike in full possession of a room temperature IQ) broke his ankle in softball game, Larry showed up an taunted the hobbled Hogan.

"Sha Madder Hollywood? Shpring in your Shtep Vanishhhhed?  Shum moush shcare you?"

Hollywood tucked a crutch under one arm and struggled to give chase.

Now, the city of Chicago had dug up the streets for sewer replacement and massive moats paralled the bar access.  Larry bolted Slushing out taunts and teases in the path of Hollywood Hogan doing his very best Walter Brennan giddy-yap.

Hogan decided to run down Larry with his big 1973 Pontiac Catalina. He tossed his crutch and fired up the car.  Larry hopped only yards from its path.

Hogan gunned the engine and tossed the Pontiac into drive. Larry hopped to the side and the quality vehicle careened into the City of Chicago created moat.  The rear wheels spun Hollywood beat the steering wheel with desperate and congenial hatred.

We witnessed this theatre.

From the fog, beyond the sewer ditch on Pulaski Ave. we heard the familiar voice of master of disguise, " Whoooshhhhhh The Water Head Now?"

Hollywood.

President Obama Pays Back Bill Ayers for All of His Kindnesses - Cuba is Just Folks, Again

"The 400-page report, a copy of which was obtained by the New York Times, revealed that Cuban intelligence officers in the General Directorate of Intelligence (known by its initials in Spanish as the DGI, Cuba’s equivalent of the CIA) set up the Venceremos Brigades in which WUO members participated." New York Times

“The ultimate objective of the DGI’s participation in the setting up of the Venceremos Brigades was “the recruitment of individuals who are politically oriented and who someday may obtain a position, elective or appointive, somewhere in the U.S. Government, which would provide the Cuban Government with access to political, economic and military intelligence.”  

For those of you who have been paying attention, President Obama does exactly what he became President to do - Pay it back.

Bill Ayers, IUC retiree, Weatherman Alumnus, Cuban Sugar Cane Cutter and Barack H. Obama's Chicago "Chinaman" hired the bi-racially attractive affirmative action graduate of Columbia and Harvard Law to serve as President of The Woods Family Fund and the Annenberg Challenge.

Ayers had his past laundered by his Dad's Com Ed loot and landed a sinecure in education department of University of Illinois Chicago, seats on several 501(c) 3 boards as well as a job for his odious Old Lady at Northwestern University School of Law.  History erased is history forgotten.

Ayers  fundamentally transformed Chicago Public Schools from hopelessly inept places of learning into the Marxist coated billion-dollar disasters they remain to this day.  Bill Ayers is an energetic globe trotting ideological gremlin - Ayers carbon foot-prints can be found in Boliva, Venezuela, Mother Cuba, El Salvador, Peru, Columbia and on the Mexican border in our Hemisphere, but also on the streets of Cairo, Moscow, and all over Gaza.   He most recently did the bidding of Presidential puppeteer Valerie Jarrett for the Shiite mullahs in Tehran.  Interestingly, the very words that come out of Bill Ayers' tireless yap can be heard on the panels of MSNBC, CNN, NBC and Public Television.

President Obama has two years to make nice with Iran, betray the Kurds and turn Kim Jong Un into the Winston Churchill of the Pacific Rim. He'll also do his level best to make sure that America splinters into factions of very angry slogan chanters.

Yesterday, Obama paid the debt to Bill Ayers and saved Cuba from economic implosion - you see Putin's Petro muscle and Venezuela's Bolivarista 40-weight ain't worth much any more.  They are fracking screwed, blued and tatooed.

President Obama bowed to the Old Sugar Cane Cutter Bill - Cuba has been laundered.

At 5:30 AM, December 16th, 1944 Leo Grad Jack Hogan Fired Back at the Wermacht

When Jack Hogan was drafted into the Army during World War II he said he knew it was his duty to serve. "It was a normal thing," said Hogan, 84, of Chicago's Ashburn community. "When I was drafted in 1943 the wars had started." The 19-year-old was assigned to the 755th Field Artillery Battalion, Headquarters Battery. His battalion fought* in the Battle of the Bulge, the largest battle fought by Americans in World War II at Bastogne, Belgium. "We were completely surrounded," he said. "We were running out of food and ammunition. I think we were down to one pancake a day. We had no air support because of the weather." He said on a clear day they finally got some relief. …Stephanie Gerhing - Southtown Star April 26, 2009

 

VIII Corps' artillery and trains assembled outside Sibret, Kampfgruppe Kunkel turned north in the late morning toward Senonchamps, a village of some importance since it controlled the secondary road leading onto the Marche-Bastogne highway. The immediate prize before Kunkel, but probably unknown to him, was the American artillery groupment consisting of the 755th and 969th Field Artillery Battalions, emplaced with their 155-mm. howitzers near Villeroux, a crossroads some 2,500 yards south of Senonchamps.
At Senonchamps the 420th Armored Field Artillery Battalion under Colonel Browne was busily engaged in firing against the enemy east and north of Bastogne, but Browne had been able to take some steps to secure his gun positions with a scratch force of infantry and light tanks raised by CCB. Around Villeroux, however, all was confusion and no single officer seemed to be responsible for defense of this sector. As Kunkel sped north from Sibret toward Villeroux he met the 771st Field Artillery Battalion, which abandoned its guns and fled. About this time Team Pyle (a detachment formed from the remnants of CCR and numbering fourteen tanks and a couple of hundred stray riflemen) came south on the Neufchateau road. Kunkel hit the point of this force east of Villeroux and drove the Americans back in the direction of Senonchamps.
The brief respite given the Villeroux defenders by this encounter enabled the two medium howitzer battalions to "march order" their batteries and head for Senonchamps. German infantry in half-tracks closed on Villeroux before the last howitzers could displace, but visibility by this time had dwindled to a couple of hundred yards and Battery A of the 755th alongside the headquarters battery of the 969th laid down a hail of machine gun fire which momentarily halted the enemy. This small rear guard force itself was saved by the appearance of two American tanks that casually wandered into the fight and out again. Only one howitzer was lost during the displacement to Senonchamps, and it was disabled by a mortar shell.
At the edge of Senonchamps Team Pyle made a stand, for the German drive threatened to strike the 420th Armored Field Artillery Battalion (Team Browne) and the two battalions of 155'S from the rear. When the enemy infantry formed to join their tanks in an assault on the village they came directly under the eyes of Battery B of the 796th Antiaircraft Artillery Battalion, whose .50-caliber "meat choppers" quickly ended this threat. Kunkel decided to delay an attempt for conclusion until the morrow.

* 10th Armored Division "Tiger" Combat Command B Commander Col William L Roberts - divided in three teams :
- Team Maj William R Desobry
- Team LtCol Henry T Cherry
- Team LtCol James O'Hara

101st Airborne Division "Screaming Eagles" MajGen Maxwell Taylor - Acting Commander until december 27, 1944
BrGen Anthony C Mc Auliffe

- 501st 502nd and 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment
- 327th Glider Infantry Regiment (1-401st attached)
- 326th Airborne Engineer Battalion
- 377th 463rd Parachute Field Artillery Battalion
- 321st 907th Glider Field Artillery Battalion
- 81st Airborne Anti-Aircraft Battalion

- 705th Tank Destroyer Battalion Commanding Officer LtCol Clifford D Templeton
- 755th 333rd 775th 969th Field Artillery Battalions

TOTAL AMERICAN STRENGTH DURING THE SIEGE
1019 Officers
14167 NCO'S & EM

Chicago's Thug Comfort Zone Kills Kids and Christmas

Chicago is a thug comfort zone.  It became so, because of anti-police mythologies, a complete undermining of any and all confidence in the American Justice system and the racial grievance industry.

A thug can kill with impunity and murder witnesses..  This weekend,  a 15 year old boy was murdered because a 17 year old thug wanted his jacket. No police officer has been charged with killing a kid for his Ipod, Timberlines, Jordans, jewelry, or inability to answer the fundamental GD, Stones, or Mickey Cobra catechism questions.  Nevertheless, police officers are public enemy number one, because of flannel-mouthed morons like Michale Eric Dyson, Al Sharpton, Joan Walsh, Chris Hayes and Chicago's editorial boards,

Thugs kill and rob with impunity.

Did you know that in Gresham, Englewood, Grand Crossing, Chatham and Bronzville neighborhoods Black families refrain from putting up Christmas decorations in order to signal the thugs that there is nothing under tree.

Only this morning, one of the young guys whom I drive to Leo High School every morning had his home broken into on Saturday and his family's Christmas presents redistributed to the thugs.

The family took down the Christmas tree, the lights and any other notification of shared values.  If your home or apartment in the 'Hood displays Christmas, the thugs find cause to rob you.

This war on Christmas goes way beyond the Bill O'Reilly-variety; this war on Christmas is personal.

The news media gooses the numbers of idealistic dopes who Metra into the Loop from our suburban Napervilles, Wilmettes and Winnetkas who need to march in solidarity against "police violence," purchase an "I Can't Breathe" T-shirt, beat a few drums and disrupt traffic when called into Action by race fakirs like Sharpton and pasty-faced clowns like MBC's Brian Williams.

We live in a thug comfort zone, because we are OK with it.  We feel good about it. It is cathartic to blame the cops, march in solidarity and assuage white guilt, or black frustration.  It sure beats actually doing something about it - like facing our own demons, defending the sanctity of life, working for institutions and people who are not a huge part of problem and actually being accountable, for something.

The Christ Child is naked, cold and about to take a 9mm if Joe and Mary don't give up the  gold, frankincense and myrrh. 

"Kill Kids; Save Big Money!" says Dr. Jon "The Architect of ObamaCare" Gruber

 " . . .what did you mean when you said, 'They proposed it and that passed because the American people are too stupid to understand the difference?"

" I am embarrassed . . .I am sorry . . . well, Kinda . Sorry I got caught . . .for now . . .anyway.    I am so much more than just an MIT professor and White House Frequent Flyer . . . I can turn a Messerschmitt upside down . . .  check out these boots."


Rudy Hess, the Wagnerian goof who turned his Messerschmidt upside down over Scotland and spent the next four decades in the slammer once argued that National Socialism was 'applied biology.  Same goes for ObamaCare and our smarmy cable news creep of the cycle Dr. Jon Gruber.  He ain't alone. He and two other academic eugenics cheerleaders wrote a paper in 1997 that parallels a law written in 1932.

MIT, Wellesley and Harvard produced some real beauties, unparalleled for their idealism, intellectual heft and abilities to nail them grants, since Falk Ruttke,Arthur Gütt, and good old Ernst Rüdin enacted the Law for the Prevention of Genetically Diseased Offspring, back in 1932. - Lookee hear!

The new Nazi law was coauthored by Falk Ruttke, a lawyer, Arthur Gütt, a physician and director of public health affairs, and Ernst Rüdin, a psychiatrist and early leader of the German racial hygiene movement. Individuals who were subject to the law were those men and women who “suffered” from any of nine conditions assumed to be hereditary: feeblemindedness, schizophrenia, manic-depressive disorder, genetic epilepsy, Huntington’s chorea (a fatal form of dementia), genetic blindness, genetic deafness, severe physical deformity, and chronic alcoholism.
Special hereditary health courts lent an aura of due process to the sterilization measure, but the decision to sterilize was generally routine. Nearly all better-known geneticists, psychiatrists, and anthropologists sat on such courts at one time or another, mandating the sterilizations of an estimated 400,000 Germans. Vasectomy was the usual sterilization method for men, and for women, tubal ligation, an invasive procedure that resulted in the deaths of hundreds of women.

Health courts! Just like one's Zeke Emanuel touts and Sarah Palin tagged as Death Panels - and some people mock Sarah Palin?

Planned Parenthood works its skull crushing magic on babies thanks to Gruber, Levine and Staiger!   If only Falke Ruttke, Artie Gütt and good old Ernst Rüdin bhad a Cecile Richards and a Barack Obama instead of Rudy Hess and Al Hitler, thei9r Will Might Have Triumphed.  

CPD Hero Saved a Crowd of People in a Mount Greenwood Pub

White, Black, Brown Red and Yellow people are not bullet proof. Bullet travels at thousands of feet per second when someone pulls a trigger.  A bad guy, a cop, or a child can pull a trigger. A gun is a formidable weapon; so is a pool cue, a pipe wrench, or a fist.

Behavior is the problem and not some Chimera - systemic racism.

Systemic is an adjective lifted from the hard sciences and employed by the agenda-driven social sciences to further the naturalistic notions that society is a body on a coroner's slab and tweedy goofs with grants and academic tenure dole out the word's application to lawyers, crumbs and dumb bunnies

Last evening, Bad Behavior from some unknown person with, what I would call a serious beef about something, added to more than a few ounces of Giant Killer

The Bad Behavior person shot someone in a neighborhood tavern and an alert and courageous off-duty Chicago Police Sergeant saved a crowd of citizens from harm.

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It is believed that this Bad Behavior shooter of guns is a white man . . .a deceased white man.

Breathless Solidarity Sans African American Chicagoans

Social Media?  Mayhaps.  Moreso, Socialist and CPUSA Strategists.  I see more Afriocan Americans 'Holding the Line' in CPD Blue than in the modest crowd of protexting White Boys.

Marching allows people to vent anger, frustrations and disappointments.  There have been hundreds of marches on the south and west sides of Chicago condemning, denouncing and damning faceless shooters, gutless public officials who also march-up-a-storm and inanimate objects drawn in a circle with a red bar through them - Guns.  Murders continue unabated.

Orwell, in 1984, called such venting "The Two Minute Hate,"  Which allowed the opporessed to direct their anger, frustrations and disappoinbtments at faceless enemies, caricatures of enemies and inanimate objects and away from the oppresive totalitarian regimes defining each person according to needs of government.

Today,  too many people, particularly young people,  who spend most of their waking hours 'thumbing' human contact via a Steve Jobs product, who largely ignore their family, friends and fellow citizens due to addictions to cellphones, smart-phones, tablets, and keyboards need an opportunity let the world know just how feeling and human they happen to be -in solidarity with strangers who trying to get home to their kids on west and south sides.

Know this - the crowds of earnest, breathless and obnoxious white suburban hipsters blocking traffic here and elsewhere are cattle and chattle of CPUSA.

Racial Healing - We Are a Nation of Scab Pickers

A better and peaceful world is possible — a world where people and nature come before profits. That’s socialism. That’s our vision. We are the Communist Party USA.

 Praxagora: I want all to have a share of everything and all property to be in common; there will no longer be either rich or poor; [...] I shall begin by making land, money, everything that is private property, common to all. [...]
Blepyrus: But who will till the soil?
Praxagora: The slaves. (tr. O'Neill 1938, Perseus) Aristophanes -  Ecclesiazusae ( loosely translated by me as " A Congress of Skirts, Broads, or Chicks"

Someone will be disappointed. Someone will slave away.  Some people, more than others. Knowing that fact is good way to prepare for that eventuality.  In medicine, such activities are often called " Preventative."  In life, such forethought is tagged "common sense." Noble intentions are often directed into action by absolutely idiotic, villainous, or incompetent boobs.  Witness the Obamacare.

When someone disturbs the universe, gender-universal and olfactory discernment, following flesh-free luncheon of cabbage, beans and onions, there is rarely a wholesome and loud thumping of table and cheers of acclamation for that person's heart-healthy choices froms God's cornupopoeia.  A victim might even grab heavy object and shatter a pane of glass out of the nearest window in less of gesture of judgment, than an act of self-preservation.

The heart wants what the heart wants.

Thus, an intermural resident Praxagora might declare martial law and pronounce Zero Tolerance for breakers of wind - Vegan or Carnivore . . .and that is too bad.  Individuals can only manifest an intrinsic virture by dint of  personal behavior - not legal obeisaance.

Zero tolerance only works for Praxagora-lke harpies like Bill Moyers, Oprah and Rosie O'Donnell. Such people are free of common sense, because they see themselves as "uncommon."

Common people get hurt, on a daily basis, physically, spiritually and emotionally.  Life happens dood and hard.

Nothing gets better, if you keep picking at it.  A scab always forms a cut.  The scab is good - the slice heals.  When scabs get picked at, hurts can become infected ( especially if the picker has filthy fingers) and make the damage much more severe.

I am not a doctor, but I played one in the 1969 high school production of Harvey.  Therefore, I have about as much medical knowledge as Leonardo DiCaprio, or Matt Damon.  I triumphed as Dr. Lyman Sanders, M.D. in the Little Flower High School production of Mary Chase's immortal comic look at schizophrenia -Harvey.

As Dr. Lyman Sanderson,M.D., I failed to bring Mr. Elwood P. Dowd to his senses.

Dr. Sanderson: Think carefully, Dowd. Didn't you know somebody, sometime, someplace by the name of Harvey? Didn't you ever know anybody by that name?
Elwood P. Dowd: No, no, not one, Doctor. Maybe that's why I always had such hopes for it.

 I did not order electro-shock therapy.  I refused to ice bathe, Mr. Dowd.  My level of tolerance was tested and eventually I came to realize that the very pleasant Elwaood P. Dowd did not require my butttering of his necktie.

Thinngs are different, now.

In 1969, I was starring in Harvey.  Dr. Martin Luther King had been with Christ for a year.   The embers of West and South Side fires had cooled. Black teens came to the Little Flower High School Community Center to do and boogaloo down funky, funky Broadway.  White families put up the modest homes for sale to predatory panic-peddling real estate moguls and Black families bought two-flats, bungalows and Georgians on both sides of Ashland Avenue.

That was my Selma moments.

I do ot remember the burnng out of any Back families, nor masscre of any Swedes, or Italians by 'Coloreds' -I remember getting my ass-kicked by Polish greasers at a dance in St. John of God for being a spud-eating Duper and yet only this past Sunday I treated myself and a female girl to several platefuls of pierogi,Gołąbki,Polskie naleśniki,Bigos and the heart-stopping joy of Placki ziemniaczane at Sawa's Old Warsaw in Broadview, IL.

Polska Sto Lat, I say! No, discriminating human being, especially one familiar with glorious history of Polish cuisine, could banish Sowa's Old Warsaw.  To paraphrase Falstaff,  "No, my good lord; banish McDonald's, banish Burger King, banish Wendy's: but for sweet Sawa, kind Old Warsaw, true Polish buffet, valiant butter-swimming pierogi Haven, and therefore more valiant, being, as it is, old Warsaw on Ogden Avenue, banish not it thy Hickey's company, banish not it thy Hickeys's pie-hole: banish plump potato pancakes, and banish all the world." He'p me, Jesus!

Were I to bring up the pummeling my 145 lb. 2ndGeneration Harp frame took at the hands and Stacy Adams'd  Rat Stabber shod feet of the six Brylcreamed Polacks at every occasion of disappouintment, or set back, I might have joined the Bill Moyers PBS United Church of Christ-faux Unitarians,  when Karol Józef Wojtyła ascended the throne of Peter. Likewise, I might have organized mass protests at Orchestra Hall when Chopin got tickled on the eighty-eights.  Moreso,  I'd escape the gustatory raptures steaming on the heaping bord of Sawa's Old Warsaw!

We are not a Nation of Cowards - not in 1919, 1969, or 2014.  We have become a Nation of Scab Yankers.

We constantly pester and piss and moan for 'dialogs'  that are monologs and 'conversations' that are monotone.(John Bachtell is National Chairman of the CPUSA. He is active in labor, peace and justice struggles. He grew up in Ohio and currently lives in Chicago with his family.)

White people are doing this pissing and moaning and they are same White people who worked with and for Saul Alinsky in 1969 and some even much worse.  These White people have managed in convincing America's culture vultures that the United States of America is some Kafka-esque Death Camp run by AnteBellum crackers with bullwhips.

Ferguson and now Staten Island protests are thick with these White folks- devout scab yankers making sure that our Racial, Gender, Class and Behavior wound never heal.



The White folks are Red.  CPUSA and all of its allies the Politicians,  the Media, Academics, the Ambulance Chasers, and people too lazy to read.

I am with Black folks more hours in the day than people of my pinkish coloring.  Guess what.   They are too busy working for this collective nonsense - like that wonderful cop in the video.

I did not have the answers for poor old Elwood P. Dowd and he ended his days in the looney bin.  My prescription for our wounds, stop picking at the scabs and don't listen to scab yankers.

Rahm's "Neighborhood Shout-Out" Line-Up

Michael Sneed (not a guy) Rahm's 'em like no other with her desultory report on Rahm's desire to go Carthart Rauner Regular Guy in his Cinemascope Camapign 2015.

Sneed hears that Mayor Rahm Emanuelis going to kick off his campaign at 1 p.m. Saturday at the Near West Side’s Cinespace soundstage, where “Chicago Fire” is being filmed.
“It will be a neighborhood style shoutout; no out-of-town firepower [like PresidentBarack Obama] or celebs [represented by Rahm’s uber-agent brother, Ari Emanuel] driving a Hollywood-style narrative,” a top Sneed source said.

Sounds swell! 
Magister Ludi for this home-spun fun-o-Rahma will be Chicago's utility idiot and pan-protest pest Andy Thayer with BGA honcho and ABC 7 microphone challenged Andy Shaw doping the lick-spittle.

Rahm's Just folks to include:

• Real Estate Comic and Prankster - Zeus Preckwinkle
• Uber-Commie and Legal Eagle - G. Flint Taylor
• Weight-Watchers Dodger and Presidential Medal of Freedom Winner -Abner Mikva
• Pat Quinn Campaign Wiz and Laugh a Minute  CPUSA Medico - Dr. Quentin Young
• PR Maven and Weatherman Raven - Marylyn Katz
• FARC General and Professor Emeritus - Bill Ayers
• FARC Field Marshal and Non-Practicing Law Prof - Bernardine Dorhn
• Blue Man Group Re-Enactors - The Wrongful Conviction Players
• The Man in the Iron Mask ( Video from the Federal Correction Center on Van Buren) - Tony Rezko
• Mr. Chicago Values - Billy Dec
• Uncle Fester - Billy Corgin
• Cows on Parade - Lois Weisberg
• Dancing with Mormons - Terry Cosgrove, Fred Eychaner, Deb Mell, Deb Shore and The Circuit City Dancers
• Celebrity Roast Rumpers - former Governor Pat Quinn, former Redhead Judy Baar Topinka, Forrest Claypool, Jim Oberweiss
• Secular Archbishop of Chicago - David Orr
• Oliver Twist Urchins - De Paul University and Unified Choir of Illinois SEIU

My Latest Fund Raising Letter from a Close Pal - Mr. Spam

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I don't know how the Hell I managed to get the Euro icon from computer, but Hey this is wallet lifting.

A Thanksgiving Address To Boys Ten* and Under from Mr. Dark Meat Hickey

Men,  this is what we have waited for all this past year - through Christmas, Easter,both Parents Days, National Holidays, Religious Oberservances, Birthdays and etc. - Thanksgiving.


You and your cousins park your rumps on cast-off kitchen chairs that molded in the basement, since last year, or those rusty folding chairs that your Dad, or uncle promised to take a sand belt to, repaint and oil the joints, but 364 days of Wheel of Fortune got in the way. You and your male cousins will get the dark meat.

Respect the dark meat.  Be the dark meat.- legs, wings, thighs, the back meat. Men, we are dark meat; girls are white meat. We are necessary to the fate of Church, the neighborhood and America.  Dark meat gives us the necessary grease to keep the lugs and seers that operate our arms and legs.  White meat, like the Ladies, is refined - it is clean and delicate. You gotta pour a quart of gravy on it to make it taste anywhere near as good as dark meat. Here's how to get at it - Paty Attention!

Now, here's why eating dark meat is important.
 
Dark meat is eat with your hands meat!  Dark meat is vital fuel for men of action and patriots. Dark meat  is what the guys at Valley Forge, Bougainville and the Chosin Reservoir in Korea had to make them refuse to lose.

White meat just wont cut it - too flakey - falls apart.

Dark meat ?  Hold the phone!  Man, You got work to do! Chewing and tasting the sweet grease!  There are no WHITE MEAT turkey legs, Gentlemen.  It just does not happen.

Get to it!  Now, don;t load up on chips and candy and crap before dinner.  Lay off the egg-nog until the pies and cookies come out.  Take it easy on the spuds - sweet, mashed or otherwise. Give the stuffing to the little guys with pieces of dark meat - have Uncle Johnny cut it up for them.  Eat the cranberry sauce.  Now, nail that dark meat.

If you get a leg you had better do it justice. Have that bone picked as clean as a bald bowling ball.

Happy Thanksgiving!  Eat like a Champion!



* Boys Eleven and Older never listen to anyone and will generally take whatever the Hell they want from any plate, bowl, dish or table top - savages.

End White Privilege - Immediately. I mean it. Right now. With All Due Haste

In the wake of the expected tantrums, hissy-fights, looting, burning, Twittering and cable anchor vamping over the non-indictment of our Dreyfus du jour, ( That Ferguson cop Wilson) Chicago's own utility out-in-Left-fielders cadre of White Privileged Honkies hit the streets in full solidarity with the Black men and women ( except the Ferguson witness pool, black intellectuals, Supreme Court jurist and working folks) of Plantation Pander America. 

I wish White Privilege would just go away, like Leonard Bernstein did in the Summer of 1971, when Art Frye of Local 25 ( the Orchestra Hall superintendent) told him to go have carnal relations with himself, for snapping his fingers in full fury at me and two Polish janitors,  because we did not immediately snap to attention, during our lunch break and  immediately recognize the wants and desires of  the sexual identity challenged Maestro.  Yep, white privilege vamoosed up command in them halcyon days of yore.

Not now.

Privileged Whites armed with faux concern and Guy Fawkes masks went to war with cops last night and were marshaling tens of warriors this morning, as I picked up the Leo Dozen from Englewood, Grand Crossing ( O Street) ,Bronzeville and points west of the Dan Ryan.

I was my privilege to drive these energetic, engaged and fiery African American teenagers.  They are none too worried about their condition and position in society, or history.  They are ass-kickers and heart-breakers.

Political Analysis From Some Guy Whose Got A City Job

The Chicago Sun Times is the worst paper with some of the best writers in Chicago - Tim Novak, Chris Fusco, Natasha Korecki and Dan Mihalppoulos.  Today, Chris Fusco and Dan Mihalopoulos report on the tacit support of Speaker Mike Madigan for Rahm Emanuel's next run for Mayor, " After staying neutral in the last race for Chicago mayor, Illinois House Speaker Michael J. Madigan has provided major support to Mayor Rahm Emanuel’s re-election campaign, a Chicago Sun-Times analysis of election records shows."

This analysis took place while Quinn was still Governor in Springfield.

The epiphany brought on by city workers armed with clipboards over stuffed with nominating petitions for the upcoming aldermanic and mayoral contests is hardly the Star of Bethleham signing, " Oh, Come! Oh Come, EeeeeeeeeeMaHahan You All! To run some crap games NEAR EAR Da EL."

Sorry.I have been trapped in 6th Grade at Little Flower Grammar School since 1964.  I got me some kind of Rod Serling brain disorder.

Anyway, Fusco and Mihalopoulos are on target.  Though it is hard to tell what a universally silent man is saying.  The troops are out.  I have barely finished hefting multiple Fran Hurley and Bill Cunningham panic fliers into the Blue Recycle Bins when new glossy political promissory notes appear in my mail chute.

I decided to talk to one of disappearing legionnaires of Chicago City Work Force - Clay Calhoun, or CC, to neighbors and friends.

CC came to Chicago in 1978 from Rapid City, SD as a campaign worker for Senator Frank Church's bid for the Presidential nomination. CC was quickly  dragoon'd to the Ted Kennedy Campaign and when Jimmy Carter got the nod was left here to dangle.  He worked for various Ward organizations, until he found a home here in 19th Ward which in the 1980's was run by giants - Jeremiah Joyce and Mike Sheahan. Giants speak truth - 'you have a job.'  Giants do not understand Passive Aggressive. That is the language of the Progressive - " I AM working for you. I AM hearing you. You Catholics are SO needed. The Republicans control everything and now is not a good time.  You are the Best!  Vote!"

Mike Madigan and the Giants got along.  Madigan speaks no words, but deeds up a storm.  Giants match deeds with words.

CC has worked steadily.  I decided to ask Clay Calhoun about the word about Emanuel as political currency;met him for coffee at Horse Thief Hollow.

"CC,"  I said, "  how will the 19th break the news to voters that it is Okay to vote for Mayor Coon Eyes?:"

CC looked up from his recent edition of the Beverly Review, took a sip of coffee, rub his South Dakota hawk-like beak and managed, " Rahm's not too bad."

Thereby hangs the tale and each every one of us.

Mayor Coon-eyes Now Old King Coal

                        
                                 Old King Cole was Merry Old Soul;
                                 He had Buckskin Belly/
                                 And a Rubber @##hole - Popular Children's Nursery Rhyme

"The Emanuel campaign will begin airing a new television ad featuring a Pilsen community activist who was among the leaders of a longtime fight to close two coal plants believed to cause asthma," said Emanuel campaign spokesman Steve Mayberry. "This is one of a series of ads where Chicagoans will share their stories on a range of important city issues." Sun Times

Rahm is a Chicago guy.  He's done more for the little guy and the middle guy than any human being this side of San Pedro Street, what's in Los Angeles. Rahm is all about hard choices. Coal or Bike Lane?  Bike Lanes.  Coal don't vote.

Coal is a petro chemical and it is used cause asthma in little Mexican kids and cook Hipster pizza on west Grand, like Lombardo's does in NYC.  Is that a problem for you?

Not for Rahm.  Pizza can be gas cooked, even though it too is a petrochemical, but it is not coal.  You want lights with your pizza?  Ride a bike.

If Com Ed burns coal to light up Daley Plaza. Rahm will have something to say about and Com Ed will not like the words coming out of his mouth.

Coal is bad and cheaper than bike lanes.

Rahm Emanuel is all about the little guy and middle guy. He's a Chicago guy - born bred in Highland Park of Lake County.  His brother Zeke is doctor and will drop dead the minute he turns 75.  He's for bike lanes choking traffic to death like a city-wide Hillside Strangler and he's the cure for Mexican Asthma.