File this under the " Why didn't I think of this stunt?" category.
Boy those Tombloggers working for the Ginderske (49-Vote Dry) campaign are a funny bunch. Not being able to deal with issues in a civil format - they focus on doctoring photographs and playing dirty tricks.
Here James and his campaign team have come up with a new slogan on a doctored poster for Alderman Moore.
"It's Happy Hour - Let's Party" the digitally tampered poster proclaims. I wonder if this has anything to do with the liquor license moratorium temporarily being lifted on Clark Street? Alex, what do you have to say about this?
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If it takes parody and stunts to get people to talk about the current issues, then I'm all for it. It works for The Daily Show, doesn't it?
This is not a dirty trick - anyone with half a brain would figure out Moore would not publish this himself. It falls within the category of a political cartoon - it pokes fun of a current situation involving the incumbant. However, the underlying subject matter is serious. Considering all of the things that an alderman can say he doesn't have a hand in and cannot control, here is one situation where he is in control, and looks to have looked the other way until everyone else noticed.
I am pretty sure most residents in Ward 49 look more favorably upon granting new licenses to restaurants, since we have few of those, and less favorably upon the corner liquor store, af which we already have an abundance.
Toto sez:
I think Joe is a regular guy. A Hamms beer kinda guy. Nothing fancy. None of this imported stuff.
"From the land of sky blue water..." Anybody here remember the great beer commericals with the bear?
I was just a kid ... (memory music please)...It could be Saturday afternoon, many years ago. Ma would need something at the last minute and she'd send Dad out to the store down the way. I'd tag along, cuz I was bored. That little store was connected to a tap room that was filled with smelly old men smoking cigars and watching sports on a black and white TV; you know the ones that were curved at the corners and had channels you actually had to dial. Dad would buy what Ma sent him for and then he'd sneak across the way for a quick one. Five cent tappers. The glass might hold six or eight ounces at most. He'd lift me on the stool next to him (or if the bar was crowded I'd sit in his lap.) He'd get me a 7Up. Way cool. Up in the land of sky blue waters it was a common day practice to bring your kids to the bar with you. We bonded. Friends til the end.
Toto, I still bond with my kids this way. Bud Lite for me and cherry cokes for the kids. No complaints.
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