Jerry Boyle

And, yes, they are totally full of shit. Governor Pritzker’s ISP goons have been cracking heads for ICE at Broadview for weeks. And Mayor Johnson’s cops have been running interference for Border Patrol since Pritzker liberated them to rampage in Chicago.
I’ve seen it with my very own eyes.

Cops have always been liars, and courts are mostly complicit in the lies. The difference here is that a District Court judge made a finding that these cops are liars. But her injunction is unlikely to survive on appeal; it’s already been stayed by the Court of Appeals.

I thought it was the fancy coffee and avocado toast?

They’ve been my guiding light during the recent federal invasion of Chicago, so good at what they do that Border Patrol arrested one, and shot the other in the face with a pepper bullet. They don’t fuck around. 💚

They caught my eye independently, before they joined forces. One provided valuable, critical reporting on local politics. The other did amazing work during the Uprising here in 2020.

Please consider a donation: The go-to source for on-the-ground reporting in Chicago, just two valiant reporters on the front lines, coming at you with truth. I number them among my few subscriptions.

Politicians who throw important constituencies under the bus for perceived electoral advantage are losers.

I will never vote for this ticket. 👍

Zimmerman is apparently upset about being called a fascist himself, so much so that he failed to notice that Mamdani totally owned Trump on this point.

That hateful policy inevitably led their second abuse crisis. The Scouts finally learned their lesson.
Meanwhile, the Girl Scouts were always rad.

I was the scout who liked to set things on fire, and they didn’t have totin chips back then, so I was dangerous with blades too. And my Troop was one of the few safe havens for gay boys, but the Scouts lost their way after I left by scapegoating gay Scouts in their first abuse crisis.

I still bring a can of cranberry sauce to our Thanksgiving dinner in her memory. Ocean Spray no longer embosses the numbers on the can, so I announce the vintage from the print. Tradition.

Notwithstanding our reputation for spectacular violence, Irish men are Momma’s Boys.
Irish mothers are fierce. 🤷‍♂️

My sisters (accurately) described her sage dressing as Green Glue, and prepared a superior alternative.
But her sons remained faithful to the Green Glue.

The quote is my praise for her cranberry sauce. Ever after, she would present the prime cut on a bed of lettuce to me for approval: “12-13. An excellent vintage.”

My sainted mother had many talents, but cooking was not one of them. Her big Irish family of lawyers would argue about anything, including the meals she prepared. Her five daughters were critical of her cuisine, often prepared alternatives, but her three sons remained faithful to Mom.

Foreground is a vertical cylinder of cranberry sauce on a plate. Background is the empty can.

“The finest cut of the cranberry sauce is at the base of the cylinder, embossed with the vintage and lot number.”

The Clintonistas simply do not appeal to your typical voter; quite the contrary, the Big Dog being the worst example. We’re best off throwing them under the bus.

The Brits victimized Irish first, and last. But that gets no traction in the Anglosphere, for obvious reasons.

Hitler victimized Europeans. Victimizing colonials is routine for Europeans.

I generally preferred political content, even when pornographic. 🤷‍♂️

Honestly, I’m not a big fan of his; his variety of creepy didn’t appeal to me. 🤷‍♂️
But he had the best political content in Felch Cumix, a one-pager showing a fat cat rich guy having sodomized the Statue of Liberty, leaving John Q. Public to do the felching.

The result was that a high school boy could buy outrageously pornographic comix at record stores and head shops.

Censorship had reached a point where distributors would not carry any book without the industry’s self-censorship seal of approval. We had to protect the children!

No, I’m not posting the cover. But in the course of looking it up I discovered my old copy of the comic is now valuable.
My memory of the book is that a relative unknown managed to win the competition with a story involving a guy into auto-felching.

Censorship created a dynamic whereby underground comic artists would compete to be outrageously transgressive. Felch Cumix was the epitome of the trope. Some of the greatest underground artists (Williams, Crumb, Rodriguez, Wilson) trying to outdo each other.

It’s reminding me of a notorious underground comic I read in high school.

Sisters are the best clergy we have. The example they set challenges us to become our best selves.

YouTube video by dxplive The Old Orange Flute - Translations - The Donegal X-Press

I like this cover (with updated lyrics):

An in-joke of an entire multiverse of Spider-person's pointing at each other from the film Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse.

I was about to shitpost about this I would have go with this instead.