Tag: Tom Roeser

Relatively speaking, libs are children

[small children in the background]
Philosophical merry-go-round

I’ve had it with Tom Roeser. One time too many have I been skimming my email alerts from hither and (also) yon, and he slows me down, and this when I am on my way to another sparkling chapter in my book yet to be announced.

This time, in discussion at Chicago Daily Observer of getting bogged down in land war in Asia and elsewhere:

. . . [U]nderstand that the emotional Leftrootless of principle, relativist to the core has been the trigger in all war involvements starting with WWIs make the world safe for democracycontinuing up to WWII and propagandist William Allen Whites Committee to Defend America by Aiding the Allies White the small town Kansas editor (bankrolled by Wall Street interventionists) notice how these programs extolled by White rolled off the tongue?Lend LeaseCash and Carry then the savageness of Pearl Harbor, caused by FDRs tightening the embargo noose that made an attack on us a possibility (although journalist White was winding down then) then in 1950 the crusade by the Luce press,spare heroic, doughty little South Korea from invasion by the awful Red North in the late `50s from of all papers The New York Times urging Ike to do what the French failed at by defending South Vietnam from the hideous NorthAll these wars were originally validated by the idealistic Left; then suddenly the Left swung back to non-involvementnot so much with Korea but certainly with South Vietnam.

Relativist to the core, yes. Rootless, impulsive, prey to the latest to hit them in headline, cutline, opening news shot. Not the only ones that way, but they do have a corner on that noxious commodity.

Roeser for Rahm

Rahm Emanuel, White House Chief of Staff, form...
Him and the wolves of LaSalle St.

I find this of more than passing interest.  It’s Tom Roeser on Chicago mayor.  He dismisses Moseley Braun, naturally, for her “masterly ineptitude for administration.”  She would do to Chicago in one term what Coleman Young did to Detroit in 20 years.  (Make it 19.)

Roeser continues:

The only two I have any faith in are Rahm Emanuel and Gery Chico…but Chico is malleable and can easily be rolled by the Gray Wolves of the Council.

This be Chicago-dom.  The great Scylla and Charybdis of city politics: rapacious aldermen vs. powerful mayor running weak-mayor governmental form.  Roeser buys the second and says (at this point) he prefers Emanuel:

Rahm is so duplicitous and mean I think he’ll perceive it’s in his own interest not to let Chicago go the way of Detroit.

Point being, you don’t have to like the guy, you just have to respect his ability to save the city.

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Golden years

Melissa Bean, Congresswoman
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The lady of Tom Roeser’s house calls this sort of thing a digression, he tells us. It happens in the middle of explicating Melissa Bean as a wimp:

Ms. Bean has come up with another formula to protect herself from the public and you can see it on YouTube or Breitbart and elsewhere around the Internet. I would put it here but I don’t know how to do it but, hell, there are enough reproductions of that event to satisfy anyone curious enough to look-see. I’m all thumbs at this technological stuff anyhow.

(Here’s the video with thug, btw).

It’s about being 82:

At eighty-two you’re thrilled when you wake up in the morning, ecstatic when you pull yourself up smoothly from a chair, declining help from those who rush over, stunned when you remember the punch-line of a funny story, saddened beyond words when you read the “Deceased” list of names in your university alumni magazine and find buddies there, edified when you make it up the 18 cement steps leading to the great wooden doors of Saint John Cantius, depressed when you have to pony up a stiff fee for new higher powered hearing aids, humiliated when you tell your family you can hear better now, leading them to  ask “what kind?” and you look at your watch and say “a quarter to four.”

No, Dad, I didn’t ask the  time! I asked:  what kind?

There’s more:

You’re terrified when that sharp pain hits in your chest, electrified with joy when it turns out to be only gas, fervent with sweet resignation (maybe some fear) when you whisper to your God the Act of Contrition before you go to sleep hoping for the best.

Not yet famous last words — he has more where those came from. But an apt contribution to our geriatric treasure chest.

My variation on seeing death notices is this: Look for the ones born before you and figure out how long that gives you before shuffling off, and not to Buffalo either.

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Judy Baar-none for doggy issues

Tom Roeser on his game with dissection of Sneed-Topinka axis.  Sneed delivers:

another Judy Baar Topinka exclusive! Topinka’s dog, coyly named “Bella Beagle”…the same one who went wee-wee in 10 countries…has just had cancer surgery!  So the woman Sneed calls “irrepressible” (barf) spent election night eating a can of tuna fish caring for the perp—so she phoned in to Sneed.

. . . who ran with it.

As for Madame T.:

Because she isn’t very good at issues (although she served as state Rep, state Senator and state Treasurer)…so bad in fact she faced Rod Blagojevich with zilch ideas (her idea to cut the budget was to eliminate the warming rods under the sidewalks to Blago’s mansion)…she’s cutesy pie-like turned herself into a (supposedly) lovable human brand: Penny-pinching Bohemian lady who pinches pennies (ergo the Dunkin Donuts, McDonald’s touch) to convince you she’ll do the same as state comptroller, the post she’s been nominated by a mindless GOP electorate for.

She keeps Republicans in the running for most mindless candidates.