It seems that Pat Quinn’s enablers did a black bag job of some kind on Billy Daley and Mr. Daley opted out of the race.
September 19, 2013 § Leave a comment
Posted: 18 Sep 2013 06:16 AM PDT
Quinn and his guru – the Old Red Man of Progressive Illinois -Dr. Quentin Young -made people believe he was friend of Veterans in 2004 by belaboring the obvious.
It seems that Pat Quinn’s enablers did a black bag job of some kind on Billy Daley and Mr. Daley opted out of the race. The Tribune editorial ninnies (Bruce Dold) argue that Pat Quinn’s Populist Bare-Knuckle brio scared the bejabbers out of the ‘banker, working for a bank.’ No, sweethearts, the Tribune is not engineering this election as it did for Il Sen. Barack Obama. The Sun Times hired the BGA, or vice versa and it planned to dredge up Axelrodian Tales of woe for the Daley Campaign. The BGA couldn’t find a drunk pay-day unless a politician took Andy Shaw’s team into a joint and handcuffed them to chap fully Kreuzened and Jaeger fueled. The Quinn Camp did a job on Bill Daley, it seems to me, and he did the noble Roman.
That just proves that Bill Daley is no Progressive. Progressives don’t do noble.
Progressives survive after back-stabbing their sponsors and all who help them. Jane Addams would be just another patrician Sapphist, unless Alderman Johnny Powers hadn’t appointed her 19th Ward garbage commissioner. Old lusty Jane turned on her sponsor. Chart the career of a Mike Quigley, a Forrest Claypool, or a Pat Quinn and read Progressive. Policy trumps everything, but the nest payoff.
Bill Daley will be fine. His campaign is over and after Friday, the back-stabbers and creeps who tend to be Progressives will have had all the fun at Mr. Daley’s expense that they deserve and by Monday will have ‘reached out’ to Daley’s people and make nice. Progressives would be tightly packed in Hyde Park, the Lake Front and suburban Evanston were not for cynical attempts by old time Machine Democrats to co-opt the co-opters back in the 1970’s. Prior to that age of bad hair, worse fashion and too-hip-to be square politics, fellow travelling Marxists May-poled around Leo DesPres, or teased SDS glue sniffers into the barber shops and Northwestern, or University of Chicago law schools.
While the Brothers Daley were growing up, labor leaders wore black suits and packed heat to scare off not only gangsters but Reds, Commies, Fellow-travellers, members of Comintern USA, and university professors considered with the same awe as the house cat. Once politicians who knew better admitted the Progressives into the tent the pissing hosed universal. Shakman was taken seriously and larceny went from a hung-over city worker snoozing on the job and grabbing a few extra nickels to Organization suicide.
Dedicated soft-balls like Pat Quinn sat at the feet abortion-intoxicated Reds like Dr. Quentin Young and curried favor with Abner Mikva. In 1972, the bad guys took over the Party of Andy Jackson and turned it into the Party of Andy Shaw. They did so in Miami. Creeps, Grifters and Reds became mainstream with the assistance of blow-dried ninnies like Dan Rather and MadMen Ad people. The recently assassinated Bobby Kennedy became a mythical life-member of Planned Parenthood and JFK became Gandhi G. Once goofs and short-term memory folks understood that RFK was not a deeply devout daily Communicant foe of Planned Parenthood it was a short hop to accepting nitwits like Dawn Clark Netsch, Barbar Flynn Currie, Jan Schakowsky, Mike Quigley and Toni Preckwinkle as intellectual titans.
Bill Daley would have been a good governor in the same manner that Mike Madigan is a great Speaker of the House. They are competent and serious men. Instead, thanks to Progressive thought, we continue to find Pat Quinn, Toni Preckwinkle and Barack Obama holding office.
I’d vote for Jack Ketch before I’d again give anything to Pat Quinn other than well-earned derission. He is a proven Progressive and nothing more – personally and professional disloyal, shamefully incompetent, petulant, mewlingly submissive to enemies of the American middle class. Other than that, he miht just be a very nice man. . .. when he’s home.
Read the comments from the Democratic and Progressive hucksters on Capitol Fax Blog about Bill Daley’s exit from the race and you get a good feel for what it means to be a Progressive. Butt-munching sycophants early in the day and howling dogs of prey once the Pavlovian Progressive signal is blown by its site manager.
I’m a Democrat. I believe in real labor – the skilled and industrial trades who created America’s middle class. I am an unflinching Catholic opposed to abortion and a stupidly legislated bill that redefines marriage.
In the coming primary, I am going to vote for Tio Hardiman, a product of Progressive Democrats, as opposed to hapless Pat Quinn, a Progressive tool.
Bill Daley is out. Bruce Rauner? Nah. GOP toe-shooter Bill Bradley? Nah. Let’s see what’s left . . .not much.
God help us, help ourselves.