I've been thinking about why I like Christmas. It's not religious. I'm a child of the Enlightenment — the narrative that the son of God was born in a stable 2,000 years ago to save six billion of us because the first one was tricked into eating an apple by a smooth-talking snake.
I never thought that I might be a racist until just recently. To be sure, anyone born and raised in New Albany, Ind., in the 1950s would be exposed to racism. I recollect my dad explaining to me the difference between a "colored guy" and the N-word.
It's beginning to look like there will not be a contest for the three village trustee seats in the April 2011 election. The 50-year hegemony of the Oak Park chapter of the Baath Party discourages competition.
I had to go to the thesaurus to find words to describe the power our Village Manager Association has in influencing elections in this community over the last 50 years. Words like "colossus," "leviathan" and "juggernaut" describe an organization whose endorsed candidates have won 97 percent of all village elections since 1960. This record rivals Saddam Hussein's Baath Party for success.
This Tuesday, Nov. 2, will be your last chance to participate this time around in the ritual of futility known as the electoral process. Newspaper editors and civic do-gooders will implore us to exercise the sacred right of choosing which of our fellow citizens will lead us to wherever we are going. What a crock.
Citizens and taxpayers, lend me your eyes. Today I come to praise the $100,000 teacher, not to bury him. Like the bird migration to Florida, every fall we are treated to a number of stories of taxpayer outrage that there are teachers in the public school system who make more than a $100,000 per year. Such outrage is ridiculous.