Author: pvbella

Be kind to your morons
Though they don’t deserve it
Remember that morons
It is a difficult stage of life

Just keep in mind
Though it seems hard I know
Most morons were normal long ago

Incredible
So treat them with patience
And kind understanding
In spite of the foolish things they do

Some day you might wake up
And find you’re a moron too

Americans will stuff their bodies with just about everything, including Chicken McNuggets, mystery meat fast food burgers,  Chipotle, Olive Garden, or Tide Pods. They do not care about the cryptic ingredients they shovel in their maws. If some fast-food chain came up with a way to batter and deep fry pork uterus, topping it with powdered sugar, dim bulb Americans would flock to it. It would be all over Instagram.

The COVID numbers are rising in Chicago. The rise is not alarming but cautionary. COVID is spreading through Florida like STDs through their senior communities. California and other states are seeing considerable increases in COVID. The one common denominator is the new cases are in unvaccinated people. 

The Bubbas and Bubettes of this country do not care what they stuff in their bodies. When it comes to COVID vaccines, they become medical, biological, and chemical experts. They refuse to get vaccinated because the vaccines have dangerous “stuff” in them. They can alter your DNA- the acronym that stands for Do Not Accept. Vaccines kill people, cause mental disturbances, magnetize the body, turn people into lab rats running in mazes, and a host of other asinine beliefs. Some believe The Great Comedian forbids putting vaccines in your body, and the Good Book says so.

Many younger people in Chicago believe their healthy lifestyle will keep them safe. Their green sludge smoothies, supplements, and exercise is better than getting a vaccination. They are as ignorant as those who live in Bubba Land.

People have every right to live as they please. They have every right to die. People have every right to be stupid, ignorant, and unlearned. This is ‘Merica. God, guns, mom, sex, drugs, and rock and roll, apple pie, and the KFC Colonel made this country great.

To keep this country strong, we must preserve American culture and the American dream of junk food, junk religion, and junk science. Vaccinations and masks are unamerican, socialist, and commie inventions to turn people into obedient herds of obedient drones.

There is a horrid new trend. Some woke people are advocating avoiding shaming anti-vaxxers and anti-maskers. We must not humiliate the willfully ignorant. Intelligent people should not discriminate against them. They are a new disenfranchised minority. It is highly inappropriate to shame drooling idiots for endangering your life, the life of others, and themselves. It is wokisim to the nth degree. 

Unmasked and unvaxxed lives matter. Their feelings matter. Their idiocy must be respected, tolerated, and accepted. Maybe some fuzzy-brained academic can come up with a name for them, like Stupidx. 

Do not accept this new woke fallacy. Shame anyone who gets near you indoors or on public transportation without a mask. Do not argue with idiots who will not get vaccinated. Humiliate them. We all should. It is our civic duty. 

Public shaming and humiliation will not change their tiny minds. It will make them paranoid and fearful of leaving their homes without being publicly scorned. If they stay quarantined at home, we will be safe. It is just common sense to keep these people behind closed doors, quaking in fear of being shamed in public.

The anti-shamers are as dangerous as the anti-maskers and anti-vaxxers. You cannot be kind to people who pose a threat. It is bad enough we are kind to criminals. Anti-vaxxers and anti-maskers deserve all the shame and scorn we can heap on them.

The gentleman in the photograph is named Tony. He and his wife were sitting near me in Giddings Plaza. She was sitting on a park bench, he next to her in a chair. After some time, his wife stood up and very slowly walked away.

Tony looked over at me and started a conversation with are you Italian? He had an accent. I answered yes, my grandparents came from Sicily. He brightened up and said he came from Sicily. He introduced himself and we had a pleasant conversation about a few topics. He said his wife went to get the car. They are married for fifty years.

Tony is 85 years old. He came here as a boy. He worked for 30 years at Hines Veterans Hospital. He measured, fitted, and made prosthetic limbs for veterans. He told me he bought apartment buildings, which his son manages for him.

Tony was proud of his accomplishments. He said he has his health, money, income from his pension and rents, and a home in the suburbs. “I am happy, my wife is happy, my son is happy.”  

Then Tony told me a truth most of us never consider. He said the only thing he did not have was time. Tony told me time, his life, went by too fast and none of us have enough time.

We chatted for several minutes until he saw his wife pull up in the car. Tony stood up slow and careful. He talked to some women unlocking their bikes. Then, Tony walked slower than his wife to the car.

Tony was not bragging about his accomplishments or wealth. He was proud. Proud of what he accomplished during a long life. Proud, like other immigrants who worked, invested, and had what they considered wealth. Proud that he loved his family.

Tony brought back memories of older Italians and Sicilians I met as a boy. Some were elderly friends of my dad’s parents. Others came here after WWII to escape the ravages of that war. They told similar tales. They worked, raised their families, owned homes, businesses, or buildings.

During the late 1960s through the mid-1970s, many of these people retired. They went back to Italy or Sicily. They could live an upper-middle-class life or even a wealthy life on their social security, pensions, and sale of assets. The cost of living in some parts of Italy was very low.

Tony told me he visited his hometown in Agrigento a few times. He wants to make another visit before time runs out. Maybe he will.

There is never enough time for our hopes and dreams. We work, we raise families, we waste time on unimportant things. As we age, time starts running out. We get closer to a visit with the Grim Reaper.

Tony knows this. Most of us never consider that life is time and time is all we have. Live, love, laugh, and eat the sandwich before the lights go out for good.

COVID cases are inching up again in Chicago, Cook County, and rapidly spreading in the wide swaths of the country where vaccinations and mitigation are low. The Delta variant and its evil twin, Lambda, are more contagious and worse than the original COVID-19 virus. 

Florida, Missouri, Texas, and other Bubba Land states are experiencing high numbers of infections. California is also experiencing rising spreads of COVID.

There is a worse variant spreading in this city and country. It is more contagious and deadly—the Chazos variant. The Chazos variant is the extreme form of the virus, as it quickly and efficiently spreads to and infects the brain.

The symptoms are horrific. Denial, inconvenience, non-compliance, conspiracy paranoia, self-destructive behaviors, wild rantings and ravings, spittle flying when speaking, and drooling when silent.

Identifying humans infected with the Chazos variant is simple, and we should avoid those people like the plague. If ever there was a case for mandatory quarantine on some island or sanitarium in the middle of nowhere past where Christ lost His sandals, the Chazos variant is it.

Experts I consulted claim the Chazos variant evolved side by side with the original COVID-19 infection, though it did not escape from a lab in China. It is purely an American variant of COVID. It is American as apple pie, mom, God, guns, country, flag, and evangelical constitutionalism. 

It arrived in this country before the spread of COVID. The CDC and the NIH kept it a secret, even from the White House. The institutions were alarmed at the contagion and feared making it public would cause panic and hysteria. Further, there were reports that some of the first cases of the disease originated from the White House. The medical experts knew that former President Trump exhibited early symptoms of the Chazos variant, and from his behavior, his symptoms are getting worse.

The variant spread through the House of Congress, and some senators were infected. Those exhibiting the worst symptoms are congresspersons Matt Gaetz, Marjorie Taylor Greene, and Lauren Opal Boebert. Senators Rand Paul and Paul Gosar are also exhibiting severe symptoms. Governors Ron DeSantis, Greg Abbot, and Kristi Noem are afflicted with symptoms of the Chazos variant.

Chazos creates sociopathy in infected humans, placing normal humans in danger. There is talk of classifying Chazos as an incurable mental condition. It destroys the mind, turning normal unintelligent people into less-ons (Lower than morons).

Chazos is infecting the population so fast it is hard to keep up with it. There is no vaccination. There are no preventative measures. Masks and social distancing will not prevent the spread of Chazos. There is no cure. People infected with Chazos will be long haulers for life, carrying the disease to the grave.

After spending too many minutes chasing down information on the variant, I found the solution. There is even a phrase for it, stuck on Chazos. Since the nine known variants are based on the Greek alphabet, it was only proper to use a Greek word for this variant. Chazos (χαζος) is Greek for stupid.

I was at Billy Goat’s (The one under Michigan Ave.) watching the last game of the 2016 World Series. The place was packed.  Owner Sam Sianis brought out a goat to end the curse of the goat his uncle placed on the Cubs for refusing his goat entry to the ballpark. The crowd roared as Sam paraded the goat through the restaurant.

I was sitting at the bar. Two reporters were sitting next to me, one from Australia the other from New Zealand. They asked about the goat. I explained about the curse and how this would be a great side story. They did not get it. Others tried to explain what a great story the goat would be if the Cubs won. Some people are just dense. They ignored the goat and kept taking pictures and videos of the crowd and televisions.

The curse of the goat ended when Anthony Rizzo caught the throw at first base, tagging and ending a long dry spell for the “Loveable Losers.”

Rizzo, Kris Bryant, and Javier el Mago Baez exhibited sheer joy jumping and hugging each other. This was their moment, along with the rest of the team.

We knew it was coming, though we did not want to admit it. There were credible rumors that the Cubs would trade Anthony Rizzo, Kris Bryant, and Javier Baez. They were the Three Musketeers of the 2016 World Series win. Aside from their athletic abilities and skills, they brought fun to the game. They not only loved to play baseball but showed us they loved to make the game fun for them and the fans.

The trades angered many fans when they were announced. We did not have to like it, but we had to accept it. That’s life. The Cubs are building for the future. We get that. We wish all three well with their new teams. They will bring the same dedication and passion to the game they brought here.

Where are you going to see a play like this again?

A lot of fans used humor on social media over the trades. A batboy was traded to Stan’s Donuts for lifetime free donuts. Clark, the Cub’s mascot, was traded to Build a Bear. Ronnie Woo was traded to the White Sox for two bat boys and a Sox fan. The ivy was traded for two starter plants and a bush to be named later.

The unofficial Cubs motto is, “Wait till next year.” We will miss Rizzo, Bryant, and el Mago. But life will go on. The Cubs will go on. We will see what next year brings.

They came from all over the country. They had a “patriotic duty.” They went to Washington to rally for their Dear Leader and their way of life, the American Dream- whatever that means.

Thousands of protectors for the American Dream started a riot, stormed the Capitol, and tried to shut down the government. They fought police officers who they claim to support, calling them traitors.

These American Dreamers caused chaos, violence, damage, and death. They turned their version of the American Dream into The Nightmare on First Street SE.

The whole country watched this unfold. We witnessed the unthinkable- an act of domestic terrorism in one of our seats of government. Had these terrorists been people from another country, we would ship them to Guantanamo Bay. Instead, the government is treating them like common criminals.

What unfolded later was worse, the whitewashing by the former Dear Leader and his elected moronic minions in the very building where they might be murdered.

The narrative is, it was a peaceful protest. It was all flower power, peace, love, and understanding. Many mental midgets in both Houses of Congress drank that Kool-Aid. Conservative talk show hosts also drank the Kool-Aid, promoting the Big Lie instead of the ugly truth- an act of domestic terrorism.

One congressman, Matt “Short Eyes” Gaetz (Dolt/Mo), went so far as to say so in Congress. Ron “Cheese Brains” Johnson (Moron/Wisc.) is another who touts the riot was a peaceful protest by “patriots who love their country.” Others are touting the same lie.

I guess overcoming barricades, climbing walls, smashing windows and doors, injuring over 150 police officers, causing destruction, chaos, havoc, and looking to hunt and kill congresspersons and Vice President Pence, is peaceful. This event made the 1969 Days of Rage in Chicago look like a lovefest.

If you watched the events unfold that day, you might think a Congressional investigation was not necessary. We witnessed the ugly truth as it unfolded. More video emerged later, some by the terrorists themselves, some by media people who got in the building, and later, bodycam footage from police officers.

There were accusations that members of Congress gave tours of the Capitol to some of the rioters. There were also accusations that some members of Congress knew ahead of time what would occur. To save their political and potential legal hides they, created the whitewash, patriotic peace-loving demonstrators.

The Congressional hearing is necessary. The public needs to know that this event was not some spontaneous, spur-of-the-moment action. It was planned.  The above video by the New York Times proves it.

People came prepared to enter the Capitol and create havoc. They were ready to shut the government down and kill elected officials so an election would not be certified. They were there at the behest of their Dear Leader and his mental midget minions in both houses of Congress.

The testimony of the police officers was powerful. They experienced a once-in-a-lifetime traumatic experience they will never forget. The above video shows police officers attacked with hands, feet, and weapons, including pepper spray. Some were crushed in between doors or walls. Others were dragged and almost stripped of their weapons. Police from other local and state agencies showed up. They, too, were overpowered.

This is probably one of the biggest criminal cases in history due to the number of people arrested and wanted. The DOJ is proceeding cautiously, as they always do. The public needs answers now. The hearings will provide some answers and evidence to lead investigators to the conspirators, planners, and leaders.

We should hope the planners, including the leaders of various organizations like the cowardly Proud Boys and yellow belly Oath Keepers, will be indicted and charged with conspiracy and riot-related crimes, even terrorism.

The whitewashers are preying on the ignorance of their constituents- almost 50% of the country.

The “patriots” are legends in their own minds and heroes of the halfwits, including some members of Congress.

It is time this nation faces what happened on January 6^th. We saw it, and too many still do not believe it. The rioters are the true believers of an evil gospel. It is a gospel of terrorism written by their Dear Leader, political pundits, cults, and some congresspersons from both Houses.

Part of life is managing risk. Every day, from the time we hopefully wake up until we go to sleep, in bed, on the floor, couch, bathroom floor, or in the bathtub, we manage risk.

Some people are risk aversive. Others thrive on risky or high-risk behaviors. Risky behaviors have the potential to have severe social, personal, physical, or health consequences. Hell, sometimes just walking down the sidewalk is a high-risk activity in Chicago.

Risk is based on probability. Most of us mitigate probable risk without knowing it. We automatically wear seatbelts in our vehicles, for example. We look both ways, sometimes twice when crossing streets. We do not iron our clothing while wearing it.

Other times we must be warned of hazards and take appropriate measures to mitigate risk. There are nine variants of the COVID virus, the Delta variant being the most prevalent, most contagious, and causes more suffering and death than the others. 

The Centers for Disease Control recommends wearing masks again and stressing getting vaccinated to protect us from catching the virus, especially in the nation’s hot spots, also known as Bubba Land.

The resistance populates Bubba Land. They are represented in both houses of Congress, by governors, and in the state legislators by their kinfolk, Bubbas and Bubbettes. They resist all forms of protection from the virus because this is ‘Merica, freedom, and liberty. They are patriots who are willing to die for their country.

To a certain extent, I can agree with them. These God fearin, gun totin, flagged wrapped critters have every right to get sick, suffer horribly, and die. Who am I to infringe on their right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of horrible death? If the patriots of Bubbaland want to die for their country, who am I to argue?

An upside is they are willingly and angrily thinning the herd of ignorant, unlearned, and dull-witted people. Some of these so-called humans are supposedly highly educated and even have law degrees from alleged prestigious universities. Yet, they defy science, medicine, and just plain common sense. WC Fields defined common sense as horse sense. “The sense horses have that keeps them from betting on humans.”

The bottom dregs of the barrel of intelligence are the elected officials who spew their ignorance publicly. Some such as Matt “Short Eyes” Gaetz, Margorie Talyor “Swamp Thing” Greene, and Lauren Opal “Gun Totin Momma” Boebert continually deny the dangers of COVID, are anti-vaxxers and refuse to wear masks, or recommend their constituents wear masks. Kevin McCarthy is the Dark Moron, spurring his ignorant armies of Less-ons to rebel.

They are the same, and I hesitate to call them humans, who believe the January 6^th riot was a peaceful protest and that Trump is still president. We must remember, the constitutional bar is very low to run for Congress, the Senate, or President. The best of the worst lot has the same rights as the worst of the best lot to hold elective office.

The clear and present danger is not only their constituents believe them with religious fervor, but people across the nation do, including here in Chicago. They are influencers. They have a large national following on social media, leaving a large bare dirty footprint.

Look, wearing a mask, remembering to bring a mask is a royal pain in the ass. So is suffering and dying on a ventilator. With all the events going on in Chicago, Bubbas and Bubbettes from other places and those who live here will be out and about in herds. 

Why risk getting sick from these ignorant, barefoot, unlearned bib overall wearing creatures? Keep your mask handy. If you are in a crowded situation, wear the damned thing. If you haven’t already, get the damn vaccination. Talk to your doctor if you have a medical condition you are worried about. 

Self-preservation is the first law of nature. Practice it.

In this great country, we are guaranteed freedom of expression, except in the City of Chicago. Freedom of expression is not free in this city of permits, licenses, fees, fines, and show me your papers, unless you are a protester.

Buskers, street musicians need a permit to express themselves on the public way or anyplace outdoors. The permit must also specify if they are allowed to use amplified sound. Nowhere in the Constitution does it say that expression shall be licensed or permitted with a fee by the government. Freedom of expression is not free if you must pay for it. Nowhere does it forbid sound amplification.

Visual artists can paint, sketch, photograph, and create without a permit or license on city streets and sidewalks. Other artists can perform or create without permits. Musicians and singers need permits. 

Worse, if some nosy busybody complains, the police can make them leave even if they have the permit. The police do not want to go back repeatedly because some nosy busybody hates music.

Giddings Plaza is a pleasant open space in the Lincoln Square neighborhood. It is a plaza, not a sidewalk or public way. Park-style benches surround it. Weather permitting, people spend time relaxing, socializing, letting their children play, or eating there.

There is a raised octagonal performance stage in the plaza, and each side has an outlet for amps and other electrical music equipment. The octagon was electrified specifically for music.

Musicians come and go daily, performing seven days a week. At least they used to. Very few show up now.

There were soloists and groups. The music varied. There were classical, folk-rock, rock, pop, jazz, Mexican, German, and other genres. One day several French horn players surrounded the octagon and put on a concert.

Some nose mining busybody kept calling the police. The police would come, check their papers, and ask the musicians to leave if they had amps. This went on for weeks. 

Then, the electricity was turned off in the octagon. Supposedly the nose mining busybody contacted the alderman. Allegedly the alderman had the electricity shut off.

If that was not enough, the nosy busybody complained about non-amplified music too. Very few musicians perform in Giddings Plaza these days. What was once enjoyable afternoons turned into the sound of silence.

The musicians were not loud. People walking or shopping down Lincoln Avenue would stop, listen, dance, enjoying the music. The musicians bothered no one except one nosy busybody.

The City of Chicago Noise Ordinance allows reasonable noise- including loud construction noise- from 8:00 AM to 10:00 PM. The musicians usually performed in the afternoon. Construction noise is louder and more bothersome, yet the police are not called about the jackhammers, saws, drills, or other loud construction noise. They are called to waste their time on musicians.

What would happen if groups of “licensed” musicians banded together to put on an impromptu concert with amplified music? What if they refused to leave when the police showed up? Would they be arrested? Would the audience be arrested if they interfered? I could see the bad publicity on that.

Unfortunately, no civil rights organization in Chicago fights for freedom of expression. The ACLU is useless. They are media prostitutes only fighting publicity stunt cases that get their painted faces and oily mouths in front of the cameras.

Musicians should not be forced by a dictatorship in City Hall to be licensed or forced to buy permits if they are not on the public way. If the noise levels are not overbearing, they should be able to perform amplified music in public.

The problem in this city is a fringe minority of nosy busybodies is dictating to us. The fascists in City Hall, the mayor, and alderpersons, stomp on the right to free expression to appease busybody nose miners.

You know, maybe we should bring back the Bug House Square Debates/Speeches and use Giddings Plaza. Anyone with a voice or a microphone can get on the stage to express themselves on any topic. Since there are battery-powered megaphones and mics with battery pack speakers, no electricity is needed. No permits or licenses are needed to speak.

In this age of vocal politics, public speaking and expression may be just the thing we need to get things off our chests. Like the original speeches, the audience can hoot and holler. They cannot stop the speaker. This would be the exact robust exchange of ideas we are entitled to and need. The speeches can go on from 8:00 AM to 10:00 PM. That would drive the busy body nuts.

It is a sure bet there is nothing the alderman or police can do except to professionally and politely tell the nosy busy body to mind his own God damn business. Then, maybe the music can return. We can return to normal.

When I was young, I hated listening to older people, especially older cops I worked with. They always discussed their various ailments, medications, aches, pains, and pains in the ass. I always swore I would never be one of them.

Guess what? I got old and became them.

Whenever I get together with or talk to friends or relatives, we discuss our ailments, aches and pains, medications, and pains in the ass. The old injuries came back to haunt us in our increasing decrepitude. Some are only living or ambulatory through the wonders of chemistry and medical engineering.

Think about this. Doctors are now like auto mechanics, replacing worn-out parts, charging a left lung, or grandchild, and forcing a second mortgage on the house. Shit, you’d think they were changing the oil on a Rolls.

Most of us are an argument, stressful moment, or flight of stairs away from the widow-making heart-a-stroke.  Some of us are a drunken fall away from a broken hip or other bone injuries. We try to take life easy versus taking risks. We only have two speeds, slow and stop.

I hate going to wakes, weddings, or reunions. I and others do not recognize each other. We got fat, skinny, bald, gray, stooped, wrinkled, and other age-related afflictions. Women approach asking if their walker makes their ass look fat.

Men with bad fake hair constantly pet their heads as if they were dogs. Hell, someone should give them a belly rub, but they probably would not be able to get up off the floor.

Some of these people do not accept the fact they are old. Did you ever see people with walkers do the Hokey Pokey or Macarena at a wedding? It is something else to watch men and women dance with the urns of their loved ones. The only problem is they or you cannot figure out if they are dancing with their late spouses or pets.

I really hate the remember when questions. Hell, most of us can’t remember what we had for breakfast, let alone what happened thirty or forty years ago. Some ask specifically because they have no memory.

The guys are the worst. They compare notes on the effectiveness of their erectile dysfunction drugs. Sometimes the women do too. Well, they do not compare. They complain.

Sometimes there are reunions at restaurants with great food. Many of us can no longer eat the food they serve, or we must medicate ourselves to counteract sodium, cholesterol, or other stuff we should not eat.

There are the pill counters. They look at their watches, pull out containers, and start counting the various pharmaceuticals they must take to keep them alive, awake, and thinking. I swear, some of these guys, and they are always guys, take every pill the pharmaceutical companies produce.

Some wear various appliances and devices. They look like androids. Elbows, knees, feet, or hands with weird-looking framed devices or boots. Some have devices and slings from recent surgeries. They limp and gimp all over the place. It is hilarious to watch them try to dance like they were young, flailing their armored arms and legs without killing each other.

Some pull out their phones, scrolling all the pictures of the grandkids. Others who constantly complained about their spouses to the point of wanting divorces are now oh so happily married and lovey-dovey. Yet years ago, they were screwing everyone else’s spouses.

I do not believe that any of us thought living to a ripe old age would be such a major pain in the ass and fodder for comedy.  I would rather stay away from events and sulk in my own pathetic misery. I do not need to witness the misery and foolishness of others.

“Nothing gets done when we’re just telling each other how wrong we are,” Enzi said in his farewell address to the Senate in 2020. “Just ask yourself: Has anyone ever really changed your opinion by getting in your face and yelling at you or saying to you how wrong you are? Usually that doesn’t change hearts or minds.” (Late US Senator, Mike Enzi)

Politics is no longer about accomplishment. Politics is proving who is right or wrong. Politicians prostitute themselves to the panderers of the news media pushing their agendas versus what is needed. They are right, everyone else is wrong. The word compromise is profane, vulgar, and obscene. Working together for the common good is seen as treason to a cause. 

Over the past few years, the Chicago City Council turned into an ideological battleground with caucuses whose members are idiots adhering to ideology. There is a Black Caucus, Hispanic Caucus, Progressive Caucus, Democratic Socialists of America Caucus, and probably a few more. They have an imaginary warrior mentality, fighting windmills like Don Quixote. For some in these caucuses, fighting is more important than getting things done. 

Each caucus has its own agenda. When alderpersons join a caucus, they pledge fealty to the cause. Being down with the cause is more important than doing their jobs. Every day they drink the Kool-Aid to forget who they represent.

Some alderpersons recognize their responsibilities and work hard for all the people. They listen to their constituents and promote and vote on ordinances that may go against their caucus agenda. They get censured by their caucus, but the censure is meaningless. They were sent to do a job and they do it.

Unfortunately, to many in the caucuses jump on causes just to be popular. They do not care about the cause, effect, or the cost. Being popular like OnlyFans performers is all that matters. They suck in the public and political contributions. 

Alderpersons are not only responsible for their wards. They must try to resolve citywide issues. There are constituencies throughout the city who rely on City Hall to take care of their issues. They range from commerce and industry, the financial sector, big corporations, other businesses of all sizes, real estate developers, and other people and entities who rely on City Hall to handle their needs.

We, the citizens in this city, shake our heads, wondering what the hell some of these people are doing. We pay these people six figure salaries for what is defined as a part time job. The least they can do is leave their protest mentality at home and work for all the people in their wards and the other constituencies in the city. If they do not like something, don’t vote on it. But spare us from rhetorical extremist populist horse manure.

They should spend more time working and less time being media whores. Maybe they forgot who pays their salaries and funds their lavish benefits and perks. They should be reminded.

In a perfect world, caucuses would be banned. Unfortunately, we do not live in a perfect world. Political caucuses are a major flaw in city governance. The City Council is no longer accountable to the people. In a caucus members must think alike, so no one is thinking.

Circus is a better word instead of caucus. The caucus aldercreatures are entertaining and like circus animal acts they leave manure in their wake.