
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
What he says makes my ears bleed. Yours, too?
then do something about it, Dick!
Da Mare seems very uneducated about what is the source of the "gun problem" in the City of Chicago. And uneducated about gangs, and their ways. Uneducated, or aloof, about many things, it seems. I vote for "uneducated", as he blamed the Fort Hood disaster on "America's "Love For Guns". This 'Chicago Way' machine politician HAD TO concur with his man in DC. It is the gun's fault. Riiiiight. Maggie, please smack him again!
"And so's your old man!" was a retort in and from the past.
I wonder just what Richard J. would be thinking of Richard M., right now, if he were still alive.
Back in June, 1992, over seventeen (yes, 17) years ago, Da Mare said this in response to the riots that occurred after the Chicago Bulls second championship:
"When you're celebrating in America, what you do is you break a window and grab something." *
*From "Quotable Chicago" by Richard C. Lindberg. Wild Onion Books, 1996.
Sometimes, many times, NO WORDS are better than any.
Sadly, he continues to spew.
As did his father, in stating:
"We hope that by the end of 1967 we will have removed every slum and blight home in Chicago"* May 18, 1967.
*From "Quotable Chicago" by Richard C. Lindberg. Wild Onion Books, 1996
Hopefully, he shall not spew for too much longer? He is extremely hurtful to our neighborhoods.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
In the words of the 4th President

Law is defined to be a rule of action; but how can that be a rule, which is little known, and less fixed? Another effect of public instability is the unreasonable advantage it gives to the sagacious, the enterprising, and the moneyed few over the industrious and uniformed mass of the people."
--James Madison, 4th President of the United States,
from "The Federalist Papers No. 10", page 304
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Today in History
"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"




