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For the last few days I’ve had Twitter on my mind, or, more specifically, a recent tweet from Gregory Pratt, the Tribune’s City Hall reporter. It reads . . .
“I was at a party with relatively normal (i.e. not super political) people and they really like Mayor Lightfoot’s video game ‘delivers’ commercial. Make of that what you will.”
That’s the commercial where two video game playing dimwits—named Felix and Oscar—expose their ignorance of Chicago. And then conclude they’ll vote for Mayor Lightfoot.
I suppose the point is that all this City Hall stuff is just so complicated that no one is really paying attention. So you might as well just do whatever a Mayor Lightfoot commercial tells you to do.
As opposed to reading, say, articles by Gregory Pratt.
Like I do.
I pretty much read everything Gregory writes, even his tweets. As I pretty much read just about everything that every political journalist in this town writes.
Guess that takes me out of the category of “relatively normal” and puts me in the category of weirdo. Or “super political,” as Gregory euphemistically calls it.
Just so you know—I don’t get any special benefits for closely following what politicians are really up to. I definitely don’t get an extra vote come election time.
No, my vote counts every bit as much as the dimwits in Lori Lightfoot’s commercial. For that matter, so does the vote of Gregory Pratt.
And Manny Ramos. And Sarah Karp. And Alden Loury. And Mick Dumke. And Kelly Garcia. And Maya Dukmasova. And Rummana Hussain. And Dave McKinney.
Just to name a few of the other “weirdos” who live in Chicago and make their living trying to get the Felixes and Oscars in this town to stop being so clueless!
Uh oh, I feel another one of those shame-the-voter impulses that overtakes me from time to time. Like the one from 2007, when voters overwhelmingly reelected Mayor Daley after an especially (even for Mayor Daley) corrupt four year term.
I was so upset I proposed that Daley voters lose their voting privileges for a year. Think of it as a timeout for bad behavior.
Daley backers responded by telling me to go to Detroit, if I didn’t like it here.
Apparently, in their minds, the only thing that kept Chicago from being exactly like Detroit was Mayor Daley. A conclusion so absurd it underscored my position that Daley voters needed a timeout.
Well, I could go on about clueless Chicago voters. But I must get back to the latest scoop from The New York Times.
According to the Times, voters in New York have elected a man named George Santos who’s a fraud. Or, he’s not done many of the things he’s claimed to have done.
He didn’t work at Citigroup or Goldman Sachs, though he said he did.
He didn’t graduate from Baruch College, though he said he did.
His animal rescue group didn’t really rescue any animals.
And so on . . .
Yet, New York voters decided it was a good idea to send him to congress.
Let’s end on some good news—huh, Chicago?
When it comes to electoral cluenesses, New York (not Chicago) is the champ.
For once I’m happy to say . . . we are the second city.
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