While time has been tight of late, how could I not write
about yesterday’s Illinois
primary…and St. Patrick’s Day? On the
former, don’t expect things to change in Illinois
as a result of this, or any, election, primary or general. It’s just a matter of choosing which
charlatan you detest less than the other charlatan. This state is as surely headed to hell in the
proverbial handbasket as the sun is destined to rise tomorrow. To put that observation in perspective,
perhaps it is fair to note that after Bill Brady was defeated soundly in the
GOP gubernatorial primary, his wife said that she was married to the most
optimistic guy in the world…but my wife has never uttered those words.
This week’s musings include
THE ILLINOIS
PRIMARY: POLTROONS, POPINJAYS,
MOUNTEBANKS…AND A DEAD MACHINE
Was Bruce Rauner channeling his inner Howard Dean in his
acceptance speech? And a state rep
election shows just how dead the Chicago Machine is.
WHY I HATE ST. PATRICK’S DAY
Okay, so this is essentially the same thing I say every year
at about this time. But nobody says it
better.
President Obama’s critics (and I am one of them) need to
take a deep breath once in awhile lest we lose our credibility.
A little something for you market aficionados.
Have a great week, everybody.
Mark
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