Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Chicago Tribune's Steve Chapman on Black on White Crime: "You Don't Need to Know"

Kevin O'Malley is just the latest  victim of the endemic black criminal victimization of white Chicagoans. He was shot and murdered May 30th in Lakeview by a black thug.

Murder victim, Kevin O'Malley

Kristopher Pitts of Chicago's West side Humboldt Park was apprehended within minutes by Chicago Police and identified by witnesses as the shooter.

He had O'Malley's smart phone in his pocket and his fingerprints on a gun found nearby.

Pitts, who had travelled from the West side in search of white prey, was out on bail for felony assault of a Chicago cop.

But you don't need to know the fact that the victim, O'Malley, was white and that the alleged assailant was black.

That's, at least, according to the smug, smarmy Steve Chapman of the ever decreasingly credible Chicago Tribune.

We, along with most sentient people who still give the Chicago Tribune a shred of thought, have known for a long time that Chicago's sadly decrepit news organ regularly censors news of black on white crime.

Still, it's nice to hear a Tribune apparatchik unabashedly spew a lame rationale for such intellectual dishonesty, from his own mouth.
Pitts

Here is the Chicago Tribune's Steve Chapman's flaccid pretext for censorship as introduced and quoted in WND:


"Tribune editors and columnists spend more time explaining why they do not report on racial violence in Chicago than actually reporting it. And for readers who wonder why the Trib is so heavily invested in ignoring and denying the epidemic of black-mob violence in Chicago, the Trib’s Steve Chapman has an answer: You are a racist for even asking."

“There are good reasons not to identify the attackers by race. It’s the newspaper’s sound general policy not to mention race in a story, whether about crime or anything else, unless it has some clear relevance to the topic.

“My question to readers accusing us of political correctness is: Why do you care so much about the attackers’ race? If you fear or dislike blacks, I suppose it would confirm your prejudice. But otherwise, it tells you nothing useful.”

Chapman said.
Chapman,
"You don't need to know"



Black on white criminal victimization in Chicago has reached endemic proportions which warrant public concern, public discussion and public action.

But to the cultural Marxists at the Chicago Tribune, you don't need to know about that.

In the hazy world of these journalistically pretentious, ideological warriors, only black lives matter.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Truman Capote on JFK as Peniculus

In one of the classical Latin comedies, Manaechmi, the ancient Roman writer, Plautus, had a character named Peniculus. That ulus at the end is a diminutive in Latin, so the name was a comic commentary on the fellow's somewhat tiny personal reproductive equipment.
Truman Capote

If American Presidents were historically referenced as Roman Emperors or medieval kings, as Rush Limbaugh refers to the Great Ronald Reagan as Ronaldus Magnus, Truman Capote practically referred to John F. Kennedy as Iohannes Peniculus.

In the supposedly definitive biography (Capote: A Biography, by Gerald Clarke, Simon & Schuster,1988) on the very gay and very self promotional 50s and 60s novelist, old Tru is quoted at length discussing the size (or lack thereof) of John F. Kennedy, Robert F. Kennedy and little brother Teddy Kennedy's male appendages.

From page 271 in Capote's own words:

"(Jackie) was hurt because (JFK) was banging all these other broads. She never said that, but I knew about it rather vaguely.

What I don't understand is why everybody said the Kennedys were so sexy. I know a lot about cocks...I've seen an awful lot of them. And if you put all the Kennedys together, you wouldn't have one good one.

I used to see Jack when I was staying with Loel and Gloria Guinness in Palm Beach. It had a little guest cottage with its own private beach. And he would come down so he could swim in the nude.

He had absolutely nuthin'! Bobby was the same way. I don't know how he had all those children. As for Teddy, forget it!"


And can you possibly get that from a better authority on the subject than Truman Capote? Like he said, "he's seen an awful lot of them."

Here's Truman Capote, in one of his rare, more or less, lucid appearances, discussing Sex, Love and Friendship as interviewed by David Frost in 1969:

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Roskam Weasels Out Again: IL GOP AWOL on Anti Amnesty Court Brief

Yesterday, 113 Members of Congress and 26 state governors filed a "friend of the court" brief in support of a lawsuit designed to overturn Obama's dictatorial executive amnesty for illegal aliens.
Peter "The Weasel" Roskam

Not a single member of the Illinois GOP delegation to Congress signed on.

There are still some very strange conservatives in these parts who persist in deluding themselves that Congressmen Peter Roskam and Randy Hultgren of Chicago's Western suburbs are lone stalwarts amidst the gaggle of RINO weasels in the IL GOP caucus.

They are wrong.

Roskam and Hultgren are weasels too.

Mostly Roskam.

In December, Roskam told everbody that the reason he was voting to fund Obama's unconstitutional ukase was that the Republicans hadn't yet formally grabbed control of Congress.

Just sit tight until then, Roskam assured us.
Roskam is an embarrassment
to weasels everywhere

January came and went and the GOP took control of both chambers of the US legislature.

Then Roskam went on O' Reilly's FOX News show and said it would be too scary for Congress to withold funding so he told everbody, that we have to wait and let the courts overturn Obama's unilateral, ham handed amnesty for illegal aliens.

Now a lawsuit has been filed in federal court.

113 of his colleagues have signed on in support of that legal action.

And Peter "the weasel" Roskam is nowhere to be found.

To call Congressman Peter Roskam a weasel is actually an insult to decent, upstanding stoats, polecats and weasels everywhere.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Alexander the Great's Wildest Ever Booze Bash

The ninnies and nannies who run American colleges have been atwitter over the phenomenon of college binge drinking.
Alexander the Great

As a means of expanding and justifying the existence of their ever expanding and increasingly unjustifiable bureaucratic empires, they've joined forces with the Obama administration to clamp down on collegiate boozing.


Well we think they should ponder the booze friendly lifestyle of Alexander the Great, who threw the biggest booze bash of all time.

According to Guy MacLean Rogers in his 2004 opus on the storied Macedonian hero, "Alexander: The Ambiguity of Greatness," (page 250) the following occurred in 324 BC:

"After leaving the funeral pyre (where the Indian mystic, Calanus had just committed suicide by burning himself to a crisp) Alexander invited a number of his friends and officers to dine with him, and proposed a contest in drinking neat wine, no doubt to help everyone forget what they had just witnessed.

The prize was a solid gold crown. The winner, Promachus, drank four pitchers (about 12 quarts) of fortified wine (comparable to brandy or cognac.)

Promachus, unfortunately, survived just three days to enjoy his victory.

According to Chares, who as chamberlain, was in a position to know, 41 other competitors from the contest, died from the effects of the wine..."


Now that, really puts most any modern day collegiate drunkathon, to absolute shame, by comparison.

Alexander had Aristotle as a childhood tutor, so he was clearly no dummy. And these binge drinkers managed to conquer the entire known world, as well.

So Northwestern University or Dartmouth, for instance, would do well to encourage campus binge drinking.

Who knows, maybe they might start fielding serious football teams for a change?

Friday, April 3, 2015

Asking Muslim Bakeries for a Gay Wedding Cake

With this past week's brouhaha over Christians who turn down confectionery orders for homosexual weddings, it might be worthwhile to ask if, say, the Muslim bakeries on Chicago's Devon Ave. would do the same.
Taza Bakery has"Cakes for all occasions" on  Devon Avenue                                                                                      

Moreover, will Chicago's gay activists target them to ensure that they perform these mercantile tasks, in spite of personal religious opposition?

LouderwithCrowder.com asked Muslim bakers that very question, and guess what response he got?

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

The Worst Spy Novel EVER!!: "Into A Raging Blaze"

First time novelist Andreas Norman has just heaved up a spy novel and it is called "Into a Raging Blaze" and it is arguably the worst of that genre ever to have consumed the lives of innocent trees.

We don't know about you, but when we think of powerhouse spy agencies, about the last place that comes to mind is Sweden.

But that's where Norman, a former Swedish bureaucrat, sets this tale.

That puts him at a handicap right from the get go, just as it would someone attempting a hot romance novel set in Prussia or a yarn about great military exploits based on the Italian Armed Forces.

And Norman's laboriously rendered 470 page tome (Quercus Press) is just dripping with annoying cultural Marxist stereotypes, to wit:

1) White men are bad, particularly if they're British and most assuredly when they're American. The heroine's white male former husband is a Swedish MD control freak who stifles her individuality. The British MI6 operatives are sneaky, conniving liars and manipulators. And the Americans are...well, just awful.

In one scene, an athletic American (white male of course) CIA guy, like some kind of NKVD or Gestapo thug, physically beats the living hell out of the sainted heroine during an interrogation.

And the worse thing is that both the Brits and the Yanks have this evil and thoroughly mystifying tendency to see a Muslim terrorist under every bed.

2) Muslim Arab immigrant men are sexy, debonair, caring, inspired poetic intellectuals. They're also brainy and successful. And while there may be a few Islamic bad apples in the world, they are certainly a very rare exception. That's why the heroine, a Polish Swedish mix, just goes ga ga over her Arabic love interest.

3) Gay men are caring, dependable, funny and witty. So are hipster doofus internet hackers. They are the happy exception to Andreas Norman's generally malevolent white people.
In rookie novelist Andreas Norman's world,
white men are evil, especially Brits, Americans and non gays

Norman colors his often, sleep inducing, narrative with these PC caricatures.

His setup goes on endlessly with elaborate explanations of the intricacies of the EU bureaucracies as well as the world renowned Swedish intelligence operation. (Really, did you even think the Swedes had a spy agency?)

This is really boring stuff.

But maybe not quite as dull as Norman's seemingly endless probes into the psychological makeup and emotional states of his heroine, Carina Dymek, and the hero, Jamal Badawi.

This too is very boring stuff, but it provides Norman with a lot of filler. So after all this, Into a Raging Blaze finally gets to the action sequences around page 287, more than half way through the book.

In a nutshell, a disgruntled EU bureaucrat slips the heroine, Carina, a flash drive containing top secret info detailing a dastardly plan to create a new anti terrorism intelligence agency for the European Union.

This plan, it turns out, was devised by the Brits and Americans to give the NSA, CIA and MI6, carte blanche to do, basically anything they want in any European country.

Carina gets fired from her job with the Swedish foreign service for this. And because she's being diddled by an Arab, the debonnaire Jamal, MI6 tells the Swedes that she's a spy for the Moslem Brotherhood. This is also because Jamal's uncle is a big shot with that terrorist group.

Anyway, to try and clear her name, Carina traipses all over France and Belgium trying to find the mysterious EU bureaucrat who slipped her the flash drive. She finds out he's been murdered by MI6.
She gets chased all over the place and finally captured by MI6 and the Americans, who torture her and arrest her lover Jamal.

She eventually gets cleared due to the efforts of a kindly female Swedish spy and her gay hipster doofus techno geek pal.

The British press gets the flash drive, exposes the plot and the dastardly Brits and Americans are sent reeling.

Curses, foiled again!!

And in all of this, we're told that there really is an enormous "moderate Islamic" faction in the Muslim Brotherhood and Jamal's uncle was one of the moderates and so rather than falsely accuse these noble Arab immigrants of being anti Western, we should sleep with them.

At least, that's the message that we got.

John Le Carre or Ian Fleming, this is not.

We would not advise wasting your money, or your eyesight or any brain cells on Andreas Norman's incredibly dull and annoyingly PC excuse for a spy thriller ,

Into a Raging Blaze is very possibly the worst spy novel ever published.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Chicago Reader's Most Eligible Singles: Black Trannies, Latino Queers, Wimpy Asians and Weird Whites

Time was a newspaper would run a feature story on the "Most Eligible Singles" and you'd see a photo phalanx of handsome masculine over achievers and gorgeous ultra feminine blond bombshells.
The Chicago Reader's transgender
dream date "Angelica" "Let's play two!"

Not so with today's cultural Marxist scribes of the dying Chicago Sun Times' dying weekly throwaway, the Chicago Reader.

Emerging from their left wing echo chamber just before Valentine's Day , the hipster doofuses who run the Chicago Reader put out their "Most Eligible Chicago Singles" profiles.

Should George Lucas ever attempt a remake of his famous Star Wars bar scene, he could do the casting right here.

The Reader's editorial goofuses showcased their idea of eligible young singles, to wit:

 1) A transgendered black female (?) who bore a striking resemblance to a young Ernie Banks wearing a woman's wig,

2) A gay black male U of C artsy fundraiser who says he has a "great butt" from bicycling around Hyde Park,

3) a gay male Latino lawyer who cites Ruth Bader Ginzburg as his ideal role model,

4) A 36 yr.old female art director who's in an oxymoronic quest for a "stylish, intelligent, queer butch,"

5) An androgynous bald mixed race, Lincoln Square mullata who seems to have feminine facial characteristics and says she is looking for a "dark handsome alpha male".

And then there were the Reader's five clearly heterosexual "dream dates."
What woman could resist this
charming Chicago Reader "dream date?"

They are really too dreary to dwell on, but in a nutshell, the heteros consisted of:

1) Two waifish Asians who underscored the media perception that Asians are neither sexy nor interesting,

2) Two straight white males, one with all encompassing body art and another who was fashionably holding up a rotting deer's head by the antlers and,

3) A rather odd white female fundraising bureaucrat for Chicago Kent Law School who boasts of having visited every country in the former USSR (so how was the room service at the Sverdlovsk Gulag Hilton?)

The good news is that cultural Marxist group think has begun to reach truly absurd depths and nobody's buying anymore.

That's why the lefty Chicago Sun Times just announced yet another round of layoffs and/or buyouts and those little street corner newspaper baskets are always overflowing with unread Chicago Readers