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Sunday, June 14, 2009

TAKE DALEY'S WORD FOR IT AND FORGET ABOUT THIS IN THE MORNING
























First it was Fedzheimer's, now it's the Chumbolone Flu. John Kass never runs out of creative ways to make fun of the mayor. And I never get tired of reading them.

Daley has serious case of the Chumbolone Flu
The Boss of Chicago, our beloved King Shortshanks, must be in the grip of a virus so rare it has only now been discovered. Technically, let's call it the B1-S1 virus, or B-S for short.

But my colleague Wings has just given it a fancy Latin name: Chumbolonius verbalis fibbus, or, more commonly, the Chumbolone Flu.

The Chumbolone Flu shall be known by this defining sign: The afflicted suffers from the delusion that everyone around him is a chumbolone who believes what he's told.

Another symptom of the Chumbolone Flu is that the victim is often compelled to read a statement that was obviously drafted by lawyers, then almost whispers in a quiet voice: My statement speaks for itself.

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