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And what is Chicago really, really mad about right now? A set of five 20-foot-high letters that Donald Trump is affixing to the riverward side of his elegant 1,170-foot-high telescoping tower, designed by Adrian Smith when he was at SOM.
Update: Get out your sunglasses. I'm going for worse . . .
magnetic letter set, bleached of color.
own lengthy screed, calling the sign “noxious” and comparing Trump to Oxymandias. You get the idea.
Although it took several weeks after the sign going up for him to finally notice it, Chicago Mayor Emanuel has “smelled the meat a'cookin” and moved himself to the front of the anti-Trump line, pre-empting the battle into a “faceoff" between billionaire and scrappy mayor that has taken the media carnival national. It's send-in-the-clowns time, with idiots of all stripe appropriating the Trump sign as a piece of evidence certifying whatever's their personal scandal-du-jour, with a special Looney Tunes award to right wing pundit Jeffrey Lord, who blithely proclaims “This is about zapping Donald Trump the Obama opponent who dares to intrude on the private political preserve that is the President’s hometown. There’s nothing more to this little if telling episode than that. ”
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the idiot-King whose empire is kept flourishing by a capable staff who have mastered how to work around their boss and and extract the random good ideas from the daily mound of egomaniacal manure.
While social media is an infinitely expandable resource, newspaper space and television time are not, and it is a sign of our bread-and-circuses time how so many outrages and problems of much greater import than Trump's stupid sign are thrust into invisibility by our self-gratifying orgy of disapproval. If you ever wanted a demonstration of how the culture distraction works, this is it.
ripped it all out for a cheap generic replacement featured large swatches of rocks.
told Alby Gallun of Crain's Chicago Business that he basically intended to keep everything empty until the kind of upscale retailers who could meet his rent fell into his lap. “I'm in no rush,” he proclaimed, and now, two years later, nothing has changed. While the Wrigley Building plaza has undergone a stunning restoration that has made it a magnet for new retail, Trump's stores remain empty. Trump seems willfully blind that his Riverwalk's primary users are not the Portofino crowd he imagines, but normal people like you and me boarding a water taxi or tour boat. God forbid we have a place where we could sip a cappuccino on the terrace or get a (gasp!) ice cream.
ill-conceived roller-coast overpass. Could we slice off just a bit of the Trump outrage for this?
great report by Maya Dukmasova on how the CHA is pushing redevelopment of the landmark-quality Lathrop Homes to push out the poor and make the area safe for affluent developers. I wrote about it two years ago, and nothing has changed. If not actual outage, could we at least peel off a modicum of interest amidst our all-consuming obsession with really big letters?
Then there's the way that Rahm, facing potentially bankrupting pension costs, is assiduously emptying out Chicago's TIF accounts for things like sports stadiums, city-owned hotels, and still another $60 million selective-enrollment high school to make sure not a penny is left to help us out on the city's financial crisis. A little outrage might be in order here, but you can be sure Rahm is more than happy if we prefer, instead, to be watching him and the Donald slug it out.
I'd write more, but I have to stop to check out Facebook and Twitter for the latest on the Trump brouhaha. I suppose I should be outraged, but mostly it just leaves me a little sad.