Chicago Daily Observer

One of my pet peeves is the apparent pride exhibited by so many of the wet-behind-the-ears and the recently WBTE in their clueless

ess about anything that happened before they were born; as in, “Oh, I’ve never heard of that. I wasn’t born,” no matter how historically significant the “that” may be. To which I say “As if!” as in “As if your narcissistic belief, engendered by your nauseatingly doting parents, that the world didn’t exist until that remarkable day when you entered the world makes it true.” I wasn’t born in 1863, but I’ve heard of Gettysburg. (“Gettysburg?” For you youngsters, or ignorant U.S. Americans of any age, ask your grandmother, or better yet, Google it.) As I said, I have heard of it, and I’m sure as one of our smart readers, you have, but according to this recent article in U.S.A. Today, 17-year-olds haven’t. Only 43% ... Read More...

Like all grownups, even the least attentive, I enjoy watching the infantile games that liberals play. A current favorite is called “Race and Gender Don’t Matter” game. The rules are that candidates proclaim that their candidacy has nothing to do with the aforementioned immutable genetically inherited traits and then proceed to recite a laundry list of their supporters, neatly categorized by race, gender, ethnicity, and sexual preference.

The Super Bowl of the Race-Gender Olympics has been the ongoing back and forth between Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama, with color (no, not that kind of color!) commentators breathlessly predicting who will get the “female vote,” and who the “African-American” vote. That’s “vote,” singular. I guess that proves that don’t view their voters as members of groups. Instead, they view them as so incapable of individual thought that each racial, ethnic or gender category may as well be one voting entity.

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The screaming headline on the front page of the Chicago Sun-Times on August 22, 2207, declares “I Still Believe,” referring to former governor and convicted crook George Ryan and his abiding faith in our justice system, or his religion or something, perhaps the value of having friends like former governor Jim Thompson. Whatever Ryan believes in matters not to me. All I can say is that if he “believes,” that makes one of us. I could not believe what I was reading in the story below the headline, Michael Sneed’s touchy-feely yip yap featuring folksy vignettes about Ryan and his wife Lura Lynn enjoying a “quiet and busy” summer, in which Castro’s favorite curmudgeon weeded his garden and “kept a close ear on his squeaky porch swing.” Would that he had kept a close ear on his political lackeys as they shook down employees in the Secretary of State’s office ... Read More...