Rob Kezelis

A requiem for John Edwards. We will miss you, sir.

John Edwards took what had to be a most painful step today. He withdrew from the race for the presidency. A son of a poor mill-worker, an incredibly successful trial lawyer, a decent senator for one term, he was a surprise pick for the VP slot, and in the process, he apparently got the bug. That rare, incurable, and sometimes deadly virus labeled the 1600 Penn-Ave bug.

A Hill(ary) in Florida. How flat. How pathetic.

A jewish ex-girlfriend once taught me how to spell and pronounce the word “chutzpah”, while claiming that it was a perfect nickname for me (in my admittedly arrogant yute).

Sigh. She was right, I have no doubts.

I suspect that I have nothing on the Clinton campaign.

Tax breaks? No, no, no! a thousand times, NO!

Yes, the economy is in trouble. Yes, new home sales are down. Yes, every financial institution is shedding workers faster than my Great Pyre sheds fur. Yes, we have structural, social, emotional, and serious economic problems facing us. All true, all sad, all present and in our face.

The worst possible response is the one our Fearless Leader, George W. Bush, presented. Unfortunately, his partner in crime, Nancy Pelosi, has already given George two gold stars:
first, any crime he committed in the past, or will commit in the future, gets a pass by congress; and,

Doctor Atomic

This modern opera debuted in San Francisco in 2005. It now comes to Chicago. I suspect that some wished that it had stayed put on the left coast.

Composer Adams, who previously collaborated with Peter Sellars on the surprisingly pleasing “Nixon in China”, joined him again to recreate the famous Trinity story. No, not about the three part god that created this flat earth 6,018 years ago. Rather, the story set in New Mexico, circa 1945, when mortal man strove to play god with neutrons and protons.

Hillary’s lack of skill

My complaint can be broken down into three parts:

1. a lack of political skills

2. a lack of administrative skills

3. a lack of people sense

Trials and Tribulations of Rahm Emanuel

Ever since fellow Chicagoan Barack Obama joined the presidential campaign, I was curious about how Rahm Emanuel would react. Rahm, one of the closest FOBs and FOHs in the House, is the preeminent DLCer. His normal energy level, much closer to a fully overdosed, hyperactive, speed addict than what constitutes normal human behavior for most of us, has been AWOL for months.

What went wrong with CNN?

Forget about Fox. That station has no business even putting “News” in its title. At least with his newspapers, Rupert manages to give box scores on local teams. On Fox News, even the pretense of reporting seriously on news items is gone.

Bah, Humbug

To all my fellow Ebenezers, I wish upon you the wonderful gift of coal lumps, enough to heat your office, your home, enough to provide you with electricity. Rather than being a nasty gift, this bountiful resource provides warmth, energy, and lasts a long time.

As for that famous Christmas Story? They got it all wrong. The truth is far more painful. In reality, our hero Scrooge suffered a bout of almost deadly food poisoning. Those ghosts who visited him were simply a delusional based symptom of bad food, possibly the result of swallowing an uncooked piece of pork.

The Problem that is Nancy Pelosi

“I accept this gavel in the spirit of partnership, not partisanship, and look forward to working with you on behalf of the American people. In this House, we may belong to different parties, but we serve one country.”
Nancy Pelosi, after being elected Speaker of the House, 2006.

Funny how one’s words can come back to haunt you.

In the early heady days of January, there was a veritable buzz in the air. Change was a’comin. The Evil Empire of Bush/Cheney was finally derailed, and the Constitution was about to be restored.

Let’s do the Hillary Cackle!

I am reminded by that scene in Apocalypse Now, when Colonel Kilgore said, “I love the smell of napalm in the morning”, Smells like…victory.”

Well, there is this peculiar odor wafting from Camp Hillary, and it ain’t napalm, and it ain’t pretty. Some would call it desperation, others would call it fear.